At 10:30 p.m. on a punishingly hot Saturday, chauffeur Chey Eisenman had just dropped off a client when she parked her car and took a walk to clear her head.
She’d queued up her music and headed from the Cathedral of St. Paul toward the Minnesota State Capitol, walking along the John Ireland Boulevard bridge. That’s when she saw something odd on the sidewalk in front of her: a bike
A nice one, too, by the look of it. She glanced around for the owner. That’s how she noticed the man sitting on the railing, his legs dangling down toward the traffic below.