I ran into Patrick Fitzerald yesterday. Sent it into Wonkette and got ink.

It’s getting warm in Chicago, so they’re leaving the door to the Soprafinna
restaurant on Madison and Dearborn open to the sidewalk. At peak hours, the line
to wait to get your salad tossed (simmer down) extends out the open doorway.
Right next to the open door is a glass revolving door. I was in the tail end of
aforementioned salad tossing line today [4/20], standing in aforementioned
doorway, when I saw none other than Patrick Fitzgerald, U.S. Attorney Extraordinaire, exiting through the revolving glass door right next to me. We locked eyes through the glass and time froze. I gave the one-up nod, as in “hey, I recognize you… what’s up?.” He gave the one-down nod, as in “I appreciate that you recognize me and I am a serious man.” It was effing awesome. I guess he’s spending some time in Chitown to suck up the credit for the conviction of our ex-governor, even though he didn’t do anything in the trial.