CBF Morning Run: Looking for parking in the Short North, painting murals, watching (and eating) bison, demolishing an old foundry, celebrating Frisbees, singing Hare Krishna and sipping a delightful double IPA

"There was this perfect Sunday morning when I drove into the Short North – yes, we used to drive cars back then on Earth – and found a spot smack dab in front of the restaurant. Yes! Right in front! It was a miracle, indeed. Yes. A spot. A spot is where you parked your car. Cars? Come on. Don't your parents teach you anything?"