The "Pigeon Man of Lincoln Square" is dead, struck by a van at Devon & McCormick. As a Lincoln Square resident, I saw him feeding pigeons around Lawrence & Western many times. Frankly, I will not miss the man, despite whatever "character" he gave the neighborhood. Whenever I had to run the gauntlet of fat birds and shit, I wanted to yell at him to stop feeding the little bastards. But then I felt a little sorry for him, figuring he was a lonely old man if he had only pigeons for friends (and even then, he had to bribe them with food). I guess I'm in the minority, according to the Tribune's always-brilliant commenters, but I hate f***ing pigeons. As far as I'm concerned, they are the carp of the sky, an abundant nuisance.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not happy that the Pigeon Man is dead, especially since the inattentive bastard in the van could have just as easily killed me or any other pedestrian (or cyclist). And I believe the people who write of his kindness and compassion, misplaced though it was. But they want to erect a statue in his honor? They are getting teary-eyed because they'll miss dodging pigeons and their shit on the sidewalk? I just don't get it.