He sat on a bench on the Red Line platform at Chicago Avenue, » Read the rest of this entry «
March 8th, 2017 § permalink
February 10th, 2017 § permalink
The entirety of American political history can be found at an old polling place somewhere along the north branch of the Chicago River. » Read the rest of this entry «
January 25th, 2017 § permalink
They pulled the battered paperback out of the bag, handling it like it was the relic of a saint. » Read the rest of this entry «
December 23rd, 2016 § permalink
I think I like the business district best when I’m alone.
It’s not alone-alone, of course. It’s city-alone, where solitude means hundreds instead of thousands milling, bustling, shoving, pushing, dawdling, daydreaming denizens crowding the walks and roads.
The day before Christmas weekend is city-alone. » 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.
October 24th, 2016 § permalink
The trailers were back by the AMA building. » Read the rest of this entry «
June 20th, 2016 § permalink
“We are currently experiencing difficulties. Please check back again at a later time,” the message said, presumably because an “Our servers literally cannot handle the sheer number of people we screwed over” would make a rather embarrassing error message. » Read the rest of this entry «
June 3rd, 2016 § permalink
The nation’s third-largest newspaper publisher and owner of the Chicago Tribune and Los Angeles Times is now tronc Inc., “a content curation and monetization company focused on creating and distributing premium, verified content across all channels.”
This is the only way the brainstorming meeting could have happened. » Read the rest of this entry «
June 1st, 2016 § permalink
The door is open at the old Jazz Record Mart. You can see inside, see the bandsaws and construction equipment that will turn the shuttered store into whatever comes next.
The building’s having a lot of work done. The outside is covered in scaffolds and tarp. There’s a bookstore there, a Thai restaurant nearby. The Chicago Reader is a stone’s throw away.
This spot where Illinois Street cuts under Wabash is or is nearby the purported former resting spot of Chicago’s first murder victim. » Read the rest of this entry «
May 23rd, 2016 § permalink
The room should have looked different.
It should have had low lighting, dark mahogany, crannies. The hallway to get there should have had twists and turns and sudden dead ends. Instead, there were high ceilings, tons of light, carpeting.
The Newberry Library looks like a library, of course, but more the type where students cram for PSATs than where Hercule Poirot would stumble upon a body.
And in this high-lofted room with the appalling lack of my preconceptions and stereotypes, there lay on a set of tables books older than most nations. » Read the rest of this entry «