Recently someone posted fliers all over the neighborhood calling for a group meeting to come up with a plan of action about all the packs of drunken loud Cubs fans roaming the area.

Really we have never been that bothered by any noise outside out apartment, except for the odd Boystown break-up in the parking lot, complete with raised voices, broken beer bottles, and stamping of leather and chain-clad legs.

So I thought that someone said everything that needed to be said about the issue when they scrawled at the bottom of one of the fliers: Well, don't move next to 38 bars and a baseball field, then.