As I stopped to take a photo of this rad Mark Bode mural on my walk home from the fabric store, I heard a low whistle and a "Hey Mamí!" behind me. I cringed and ignored (as is catcall protocol) but he continued, "You make this day a little more shiny. You just melted a little bit of the sun and left a piece glittering right here on my cheek. Because of you, I can keep on living the best day of my life." And at this point I can't help but laugh and turn to see a little 80 year old man hobbling up behind me. "You are adorable, mi amor...take me with you and love me forever." And that, ladies and gentleman, is a proper catcall.