One of the absolute nicest things about my neighborhood? The way that at certain times of the day and at certain times of the year and from certain angles the setting sun blinks for a second then reappears shining through the buttresses of the Tribune building. That, and the ducks who sun themselves wadded up on the docks. And the fact that the spire is halted (still so grateful). Oh (and) the nice chocolates at Fancypants & Obel. And the sweet apartment doggies on their walks.