Dew at the rails is not the same citizen as dry grass by the carillon.

Morning loops near the Lincoln Home hold dew that makes a light four feel even less willing to turn. Afternoon loops at Washington Park run firmer; a heavy eight that felt honest at dawn starts over-turning into the carillon wind. Lake Springfield adds a third argument when the dam breeze is up.

June's checkbox is not poetry. If your hours are mixed, she issues two carbons or she makes you pick. Players who insist on 'both' leave with a lecture and no stamp. That is the charter.