#817: Tour de Chicago – LGBTQ Landmarks

July 17th, 2017 § permalink

For those of you who missed Friday’s story, the missus and I are backpacking through France following the Tour de France for our honeymoon. If everything went according to plan, we’re currently in a little town called Le Puy-en-Velay.

Since I don’t want to miss a moment of this, I loaded up the site before we left with Le Tour de Chicago, four bike routes through famous sites in the city’s history. I’m not posting these as thought exercises — get out there and explore this city.

We rode through Chicago’s newspaper history on Friday, and later this week will learn about lakefront encroachment and something I’m just calling “A Warhellride to the Goddess.”

Today’s bike tour is going to go through some of the spots connected to Chicago’s gay and lesbian community » Read the rest of this entry «

#709: Vote Like a Champ in Just Six Steps

November 7th, 2016 § permalink

Voting is like improv comedy: The fact you’re unprepared is only amusing to you.

For the rest of us, those who take more than one stab at existence and who tire of any activity with a cover and two-drink minimum to watch state school theater majors laugh harder at their own jokes than the audience ever will, we like to be a little more prepared.

So in the vein of my Bare Minimum Voting Guide from the primary, a six-step plan that will get you voting like a champ in no time. * » Read the rest of this entry «

#343: The Peace Accord

July 7th, 2014 § permalink

Anyone who’s been in a fight with a significant other knows the code and hears the invisible follows. It’s a language you learn in your 20s and stay fluent in for life.

If someone yells “One day,” you can hear if it’s “One day” (I’ll dump your sorry ass), if it’s “One day” (you’ll realize what we had) or if it’s (I just wanted) “One day” (without having to deal with your shit).

That’s how I knew the way the woman in the black Honda Accord said “Bob” was a bad one. It was burning and resentful, should be underlined, italicized and maybe written in that drippy red blood font from horror movies.

It was “Bob” (you jackass), not “Bob” (the sweetiekins light of my life). » Read the rest of this entry «

#330: And Now, the Gays

June 6th, 2014 § permalink

As some of you might recall, I’m currently traveling the Caucasus and Asia Minor with my dad, as one does.

I’ve loaded up the site with stories to run while I’m gone (social media and newsletter handled by the amazing Benji Feldheim), but there were still a few gaps, gaps I’m filling with revamped and refurbished stories from Getting Strange, a blog I wrote from 2008-10 for the now-defunct Windy Citizen.

So, from Aug. 5, 2008, here’s a tale of friendship, Speedos and the dreamy eyes of Colin Firth, a piece originally entitled “And now, the gays.” » Read the rest of this entry «

#166: Hunting Ben Hecht, Part 3

May 20th, 2013 § permalink

Oh, but life went gayly, gayly

In the house of Idah Dally;

There were always throats to sing

Down the river bank with spri-

“Hang on a second guys,” Anderson Lawfer broke in. “So one thing I want to try here. Jaz, could you try it with a little more, just more jazz?”

“OK,” Jaz — James Anthony Zoccoli — said as the 1920s barroom scene broke up.

We were in Nowhere. » Read the rest of this entry «

#158: Hunting Ben Hecht, Part 2

May 1st, 2013 § permalink

Huddling from the wind in a doorway across from a transient hotel in the northern tip of Boystown, I pressed the second-floor buzzer.

A giggling pixie of a young woman opened the door and wordlessly flitted upstairs for me to follow. Pausing only to peek back and giggle, she gamboled up the stairs, finally gesturing me to walk through a doorway. » Read the rest of this entry «

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