Couple incidents in the past week or so cling to the memory. Of neither can I be sure, but both are rife with possiblity:
1. I got wolf-whistled during the recently complete gay games in OP. Was walking around the HS stadium as athletes and others milled. Soccer was in progress across the street, where from the sidewalk outside the big playing fields I spotted Wed Jnl editor Ken Trainor chatting with a woman whom I took to be a sort of spokesperson but might have been someone Ken was chatting up in the course of doing his story. Back across Lake St. near the stadium, where I was looking around, I headed back and away down Lake Street away from it all. Had just passed some soccer players as they sauntered toward the field house, where I assume they used locker rooms and showers. Which is when I heard it and thought it was aimed at me but can’t be sure, of course. Didn’t turn around. A fella doesn’t, you know.
2. Week later, crossing Lake at OP Ave. 7:30 or so a.m., I waited for the light to change from green arrow, allowing five or six vehicles to go their way. The last of them, a dark-khaki or olive-drab SUV of weathered appearance, slowed at the intersection, however, but kept turning, so as to make a U-turn and head back down OP Ave., heading south. I glared through his windshield, barely making him out, and kept looking as he completed the turn. Then I got across, turning to see what he was doing: he was pulling over. I assumed he was stopping for a Caribou coffee across OP Ave. and briefly considered continuing my glare. But I was enjoying my walking too much and so turned to go my way. A few more steps, now curious, I turned again, and the SUV was gone. He had stopped to give me what-for, I decided, but when I was no longer looking, he sped off. Maybe not. Could be wrong again. Anyhow, it was a great walk, taking me through the park with its small hill to Grove, and thence to Chi Ave. Returned by way of Euclid with its big houses and headed on home.