My sister Cece and I were sitting on a bench at North Beach chatting and catching up on lost time. You could not have asked for a more perfect day. I was admiring the homes behind us. They were old and quaint and I could not help but think of what a beautiful view the people had in these homes which looked out over Lake Michigan. As I was scanning the row of homes my eyes scanned the gazebo in the park area then suddenly my eyes returned to the gazebo. If you look really close you will see two men with boxing gloves fighting each other. Even now when I look at the photo I wonder what their story was. Were they in training? Were they really in a serious fight?