Seeing my skin starting to fade from lack of sunshine here in Chicago, I determined it was time to seek the rays of the sun. But where? From the limited education I have endured in the Chicago public school system, in regards to the sun, it rises in New York City and sets in Los Angeles, California. We, in Chicago, have been taught that Los Angeles is "west" of Chicago.
Logic therefor concludes, to find the sun...head "west".
Along with the necessities of life, such as toilet paper, I took along a camera to record for history what might lie ahead.
Not far out of Chicago, I encountered a most "horrible" sight..."BIGFOOT". This, I thought could not be possible. "BIGFOOT" evil as he may be, has enough sense to never set foot in the Chicago area.
Frightened as I was, with what little courage I had, I was able to record one and only one picture of "BIGFOOT".
Fear prevented me from going any further west. Thus I returned to Chicago,along with my fading skin.