I have typed and deleted so many notes - on dog walkers, on Lightfoot, on the awfulness of Lakeview, on the Bud Billiken parade, on Ed Burke, on Rhymefest, on winter, on summer, on the brief shot of my old office building, on the glimpses of people I know - but listen, to open with the Hideout is to shoot for the heart and there's really not much more to say than that