April 10th, 2017 § permalink
The penguins toddled a bit. I guess that’s what penguins do on land. They hop and waddle and toddle a bit.
The polar bear just slouched. It slouched back to the colder area of the enclosure; out of sight, out of warm, sunny day.
The lion laid back and let the sun warm its tummy.
It was that day. » Read the rest of this entry «
January 6th, 2017 § permalink
It was a mild, cold spatter of a winter rain, the type not harsh enough to keep you inside. It puts you on the streets — out, cold and miserable.
The stores were bright and fragile-looking, casting glances out the window, reverse shadows turned whirly rainbows reflected in the thin layer of oil slick city streets only show in the rain.
He held her in his arms. » Read the rest of this entry «
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 «
April 6th, 2016 § permalink
My mother has been posting photos of what the privy diggers found.
I grew up in an old house which, apparently, used to have an outhouse right below the maple I used to climb. *
Outhouses in the 1800s were apparently trash dumps too, so my parents let some privy diggers — professional excavators — dig down to see what was there. They pulled out crystal wine stoppers, old bottles, cracked porcelain plates with blue-dyed townscapes, all right under my old maple.
It got me thinking about what’s beneath our feet in Chicago.
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March 11th, 2016 § permalink
On Wednesday, I put out an incredibly difficult Chicago trivia quiz.
The purpose, aside from the fact I’ve been all coughing and bronchial and wanted a story I could write from my sickbed, was to get people to explore certain sites I like, including this one, Atlas Obscura, the Chicago Collections Consortium, the Chicago History Museum, Mysterious Chicago and Curious City.
So I made the quiz goldanged impossible. (And Curious City, that thing we talked about? It’s handled.)
From the Fool Killer submarine to park bats to Iroquois Theater Assistant Chief Usher Archie Guerin, here are the answers you didn’t get to the 1,001 Chicago Afternoons Really Difficult Trivia Quiz. » Read the rest of this entry «
March 9th, 2016 § permalink
You might know the Iroquois Theater Fire happened in 1903, but do you know the name of the assistant chief usher called to testify after?
Sure, you know that the first self-sustained nuclear chain reaction was at the U of C campus, but do you know what sport the room was originally made for? » Read the rest of this entry «
January 4th, 2016 § permalink
The man with the leather or rubber apron and the chainsaw paced the raised platform amid a dozen or so earlier creations. Dragon. Fish. Penguin. Octopus. Waving bear.
He patted the block of ice, gave statistics on its weight. 300 pounds. He and a young woman grabbed it with large metal pincers, set it on the short table.
He called for suggestions from the small crowd huddled around the surrounding fence. They called fish, penguin, bear. He rejected them all, pulling what looked like an awl out of his back pocket to start scratching out a shape for the crowd to guess at. » Read the rest of this entry «
November 9th, 2015 § permalink
It was a clear plastic knife, the type built for picnics where they really care.
I picked up the little knife, hefted it as much as one can with a sliver of molded plastic too light even to get a recycling number printed on it and cut off a slice of vanilla bean gourmet fancy-pantsy doughnut.
Now a slice of a cinnamonny looking ‘nut.
Now a risk, a gamble. A weird, sort of orangey thing with these odd teardrop seeds on top.
I pushed the knife into the doughnut until it gave, springy cake bits popping around each side of the dull petroleum blade. I popped a piece into my mouth. » Read the rest of this entry «
November 4th, 2015 § permalink
It’s quiet on the block.
Other blocks are loud and brutal, but not this one. This one’s quiet and pretty. » Read the rest of this entry «
October 16th, 2015 § permalink
It didn’t start in July.
It didn’t start then, but I don’t know when it did start.
I don’t know when the first notion for the exhibit appeared to people. I don’t know when, according to the Tribune, they started the crowdsourced process of having online folks determine whether the new Chicago History Museum exhibit would be on local lit, local women or another Capone-apalooza.
I don’t know when click poll voters chose an exhibit about Chicago writers.
I don’t know who nominated something I wrote.
I don’t know who picked it.
But I’m glad they did. » Read the rest of this entry «