The rack I’d chained my bicycle against three hours before was now bare. I moved closer at a panicked pace, hoping I’d only momentarily forgotten the exact location of my parking space.
“Excuse me, did you see someone take the bike that was here?” I frantically called out to a group of smokers, then a waiter, everyone potentially a suspect or source. A city full of eyes but no one had seen a thing. It was gone.Read More