Well, it's the first day of the road trip and we've already had an amazing day. First, off: Patrick the Crazy Guy.

As we boarded the Metra train to ride into Chicago and see Eddie Izzard perform, what appeared to be a kindly middle-aged man looked at my wife and said...

"HELLO, LOVE!!!"

To which my wife politely responded, "...well, hello."

The man, who later identified himself as Patrick, and then Dan, and then Alfonso (maybe not...we can't remember the last one, but he just seems like an Alfonso), then proceeded to explain to us how he had improved his singing voice through diligent practice over the course of the last several years.

And then he sang for us. A whole song. Loudly.

His voice must have been really bad when he first started practicing.