Norwood Park seems like a suburb.
The single-family houses, grassy lawns and seemingly omnipresent Little Leaguers seems to scream suburbia. There’s a Metra station there. Little shops.
Only the Rahm and Chuy signs for Tuesday’s mayoral race remind what municipality you’re in.
Part of the confusion is the new development. Newish, at least. Places with developer-sanctioned nouns like “Crossing” wedged in. One angular thing with jagged points that screamed “modern” 15 years ago sits kitty from the train station. » Read the rest of this entry «