January, 1961. Working midnights, walking a beat on Michigan from 14th to the Boulevard. Snowing. Cold. Tired. Walked into the alley on the north side of Michigan to check back doors. Noticed footprints in the snow going from door to door. Aha! The adrenalin kicked in as I followed them for two blocks. Suddenly, it struck me.

They were mine, from the last time around. Dah.