#393: A Halloween Story

October 31st, 2014 § permalink

I saw four rabbits the other day. » Read the rest of this entry «

#392: Sports Fans are Nerds

October 29th, 2014 § permalink

“It’s some bullshit at the Bulls game!” the man yelled. “Imma get me a yellow vest and make me some money. I’ll make sixteen hundred dollars some other way, ha HA!”

The man with the vest ignored the yelling man and crossed the street. I started to realize how wrong a turn I had made. » Read the rest of this entry «

#391: Lady Ginger Tells You What It’s Like, Part 1

October 27th, 2014 § permalink

There’s a smiling redhead lounging in a chair. She’s going to tell you what it’s like to take off your clothes. » Read the rest of this entry «

#390: Sweet Home

October 24th, 2014 § permalink

“Rockford, Ill.—so named because it was founded at the site of a ford across the Rock River—is a pleasant, tree-smothered city 90 miles northwest of Chicago.”
Life Magazine, 1949


“A hardscrabble town in the middle of America, the place is not much more than an intersection of interstates and railway lines…”
Rolling Stone, 2008


I went home on Thursday. » Read the rest of this entry «

#389: Voodoo Governance

October 22nd, 2014 § permalink

It’s a music venue. Bars on upper and lower levels, food for those who want it. Dark wood, concert posters and great acoustics, the latter so you can hear the band

It wasn’t a band that filled Lincoln Hall on Monday, but witches and warlocks, practitioners of a Halloween-time black magic more powerful than hexes and newt-eyes.

The crowd was there to see the practitioners of the dark art of politics. » Read the rest of this entry «

#388: Zero Plus Three

October 20th, 2014 § permalink

In that projected tone where the speaker wants to be overheard, a male voice called me over.

“Let’s see. Maybe he knows.”

He was a young Hispanic man, maybe in his late 20s. Short but muscular, he was wearing a tight shirt that said “Cherries R Da Bomb.” His hair was pulled back in a severe ponytail cinched twice – once at the back of his head, once toward the bottom so the ponytail didn’t flare out.

He was sitting, sharing the step of a doorway with a middle-aged black woman who looked at me with amused, commiserating eyes.

“What’s half of two plus two?” the man asked me. » Read the rest of this entry «

#387: Öl the Young Dudes: The Swedish Beer Scene Hits Chicago

October 17th, 2014 § permalink

Tiny souvenir glasses in hand, the crowd joked, laughed, flirted, mingled and networked over herring and little meatballs.

And beer. » Read the rest of this entry «

#386: The White Monster

October 15th, 2014 § permalink

A page at night is a terrible thing. A vile, grasping, chalk-white monster claiming your sleep, time and sense of confidence. » Read the rest of this entry «

#385: The Cocktail Writer

October 13th, 2014 § permalink

“You can say, well ‘Fried chicken’s fried chicken’ or ‘A steak’s a steak.’ It’s not. You know. Even if you’re not a chef, you know,” she’s saying. “A steak at Gene and Georgetti’s is going to be different than your steak at Golden Nugget diner on Western and Elston.”

She’s walking through a living room, carrying a drink in a frosted glass. A giraffe-topped swizzle stick from the defunct Trans World Airlines rattles a bit as she adjusts the skipping jazz on the record player. She’s talking in a quiet, strong voice about small batch bourbon. » Read the rest of this entry «

#384: The Elevator Demon

October 10th, 2014 § permalink

It’s grotesque. A sneering, snarling, stupid face with an upturned, piggish nose and a tongue waggling out between pointlessly swollen fangs.

People brush past it as they head to see “American Gothic,” “Nighthawks,” “A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte,” Picasso, Manet, Monet, the gift shop, the rest room, the Modern Wing film installation where the clown just screams.

The little sad ogre-faced brick is tucked in a corner by the elevator, passed and ignored by the milling Art Institute of Chicago crowds. » Read the rest of this entry «

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