In Chicago we have not exactly Ballet Parking but rather Poetry Parking, close to the Opera House, and with special packages for Opera parking and for Joffrey Ballet. And “ironically” (as the kids like to say) it is very much not valet parking — it is self-parking and their web site brags of “full automation”. As this signage illustrates, you will be aided in remembering what level you parked on by color-coding and iconography of different poets and poems.

Andréa sends these in. Is there an accent where “Potter” sounds like more like “Putter” than it does here in the midwestern U.S.?

This is a bit of deja vu. One of your editors (not saying which one, but their first initial is “z”) accidentally posted these to last week’s OY page, after that page had been published. Proper PUNishment will be forthcoming.

How about some breakfast Grawlix?