Gabe Ginex Custom Artwork

Amateur darts. Professional drinking.

Brrr! While the 3-6ers are struggling into their snowpants, quirrels and pigeons commandeer the playground to look for brunch.

Because nobody needs ketchup on hot dogs. Free your taste buds.

What you ask for when you want everything on it.

The toppings of perfection.

Just takin' the family out to watch some fancydancing...

Originally, of course, there were NO people here in the Americas. But to those stamping their little feet about foreigners on their home turf... yeah, take a look in the mirror. Whose land IS this, anyway? We're ALL immigrants, essentially.

An early wave of illegal immigration hits the American shores...

The presents have been delivered. The reindeer are back in the stable. Nick opens up the bar for all the elves for a North Pole New Year's Eve party.

Because cacti need love, too.

It's not a drill.

After closing time, the bar's eclectic artwork comes to life and jumps off the walls, for a wee-hours party. Secrestat and the Green Devil man the bar, pouring Malört for Melonhead, Duck Man and Ernie Banks.

The local critters crawl into Mosca's Tap for Friday evening socializing and libations.

It's summertime on Taylor Street. 92 in the shade. Head for your favorite cooling station: the local Italian ice stand.

The Orange Garden, Chicago's oldest Chinese restaurant. Here are some snappily-dressed canine characters out for a night on the town.

Old school, with a new look. Red and blue, as it was in the beginning.

NNM, 1010 W. Chicago Avenue, in the Olden Days. Or, if you prefer, St. John Cantius School.

1010 W. Chicago Avenue, a.k.a. "The Old Factory".

Student artwork, made into sculpture, made into t-shirts.

Downtown Lyon, only in a different dimension... a giant, bloodsucking monster lurks just on the other side of reality.

Helpful suggestions for invading troops who have run out of petrol.

Baseball time is here again... clap clap clap clap clap

Francis having a Blue Hawaii (in a short glass, obviously); Dunc-Dog spitting sand.

It's Duncan... 'nuff said.