I’m walking the streets during lunch today (Broadway @ Bond, for the nosy ones), and I see a fairly normal thing: A man in a cape, holding a sheep and a stick. On his cape was a familiar symbol, and around his neck hung one mighty word, CATAN. I don’t know what he was up to (he had a camera crew in tote), but he was nice enough to let me get a quick pic.


Catan Man, if you’re out there, good luck on whatever it is that you’re doing… and I’ll trade you two wheat for one ore.

By E-G 421