The fog came on little cat feet once again this early morning. I always loved that poem by Carl Sandburg. Here in Lincoln Park, there wasn’t as much pea soup as the other ‘burbs – it was just mighty misty. In thinking about that poem, I could not help but make an analogy to one of our favorite feline teams – the Detroit Tigers, who will begin wending their way through the playoffs today hoping to attain the ultimate catnip – er, prize … winning the World Series. Will they be clawing and scratching all the way? Will it be the Year of the Cat? It’s hard to predict right now, isn’t it? I saw this bumper sticker at the rear of a bright red pick-up truck. A wistful and forever fan who no doubt will be holding onto the dream as long as possible.