#309: The Entrepreneurs

April 18th, 2014 § permalink

We used to work in newspapers, he and I. We talked about it.

We used to work in newspapers, he and I. We talk about it. » Read the rest of this entry «

#308: 11:49

April 16th, 2014 § permalink

There are a series of smaller freestanding counters behind the big counter at a Kinko’s or a FedEx or a FedEx/Kinko’s Office or whatever they call themselves this week. » Read the rest of this entry «

#307: The Tiger-Headed Woman

April 14th, 2014 § permalink

She was standing outside a loft in Pilsen, a worried look on her face and a tiger’s head in her hand.

“Hi,” I said. “Here for the film?” » Read the rest of this entry «

#306: Interruption

April 11th, 2014 § permalink

The old man kicked an empty pop bottle between two of the slim bars that made up the wrought iron fence.

“Two points!” he called, throwing his arms up in the air and turning to me. “From the blue line!”

“Nice!” I called back, as non-committal as I could make it sound.

Encouraged, the man walked up next to me at the bus stop at Ashland and Madison. » Read the rest of this entry «

#305: Shameless Self-Promotion Theatre

April 9th, 2014 § permalink

Welcome to the latest edition of Shameless Self-Promotion Theatre (spelled thea-t-r-e for extra pretension). » Read the rest of this entry «

#304: Signs of Spring

April 7th, 2014 § permalink

I saw the first one today, loud and chirping outside my new place. Bold and bright with plumage fluffed and unfurled to help attract a mate, he bobbed his head right, then left, then right again on lookout in the afternoon sun.

I moved past quietly, so as not to startle him. He cocked his head at me for a moment as I passed. » Read the rest of this entry «

#303: Joining the Boop Boops

April 4th, 2014 § permalink

The biggest casualty of that slice of pizza was my transit pass. » Read the rest of this entry «

#302: Pierogi Heaven

April 2nd, 2014 § permalink

By one of the corners where the Loop train curves, wedged between the “ENTER” and “DO NOT ENTER” of a self-park, across the street from a crêpe bar, a Taco Fresco and a pornography store that is the grandfather of the neighborhood, there is Pierogi Heaven. » Read the rest of this entry «

#301: The Rockers

March 31st, 2014 § permalink

The lead guitarist leaped off the stage, continuing his thrashing among the crowd. Aiming his electric guitar like a machine gun emerging from his crotch, he strafed the crowd with imaginary bullets.

He pumped a fist in the air to the beat. The crowd packed in the deliberately divey Rogers Park bar screamed in approval, pumping their own fists in time.

This. Is. Polka. » Read the rest of this entry «

#300: The Thousand-Foot View

March 28th, 2014 § permalink

A thousand feet in the air, Frank Sinatra sings to tourists. » Read the rest of this entry «