April 3rd, 2017 § permalink
“Man,” she said, lapsing into silence for what my digital recorder tells me was six seconds.
Six seconds might not seem like a long time, but try it sometime. Sit in silence for six seconds at a peppy Streeterville coffee shop after work on a Friday while Fatboy Slim’s 1998 hit “The Rockafeller Skank” blasts about funk soul brothers overhead and you’re trying to explain to a virtual stranger with a digital recorder why you love something you love.
“Sometimes it’s the smell?” she said, laughing. » 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 «
December 16th, 2015 § permalink
Although Hanukkah is over, there is actually another gift-giving holiday in December.
Followers of the sect known as Christianity celebrate a special day called “Christ-mas” in which trees are slaughtered, cookies are left for fat, flying elvish deer-herders and Irishmen receive massive amounts of birds.
In case you want to purchase a gift for this regional folk festival, here are some ideas that will support a few of the people and organizations I’ve written about in the 150 stories that have appeared on this site so far in 2015. » Read the rest of this entry «
October 26th, 2015 § permalink
Every 105 minutes, I saw the Navy Pier Ferris wheel dissolve. » Read the rest of this entry «
October 7th, 2015 § permalink
It was falling apart in my hands, the creases and seams where the thick paper had been folded simply coming away from each other in the 50-ish years since the plans had been printed.
They show layouts, floor plans, hand-rendered pre-construction imaginings of what would become Lake Point Tower, the modern architecture castle jutting beautifully from the land just west of Navy Pier.
And there, on the front cover of the package sent to prospective tenants back in the mid-1960s, words that made me burn: “Tower in a Park.”
Not only did they know they were turning our public parks into millionaires’ backyards, they made it part of the ad campaign. » Read the rest of this entry «
September 16th, 2015 § permalink
She was a middle-aged woman with gray-blonde hair pulled back in a functional ponytail. She gave off an aura of likability from behind her yellow safety vest.
Her smile was weary — I got the sense it had been one of many long days in a row — but it was genuine as well. I recalled a line from Roald Dahl about only trusting people whose smiles went all the way to the eyes.
And she towed a little red Radio Flyer wagon behind her. I liked that too. » Read the rest of this entry «
September 11th, 2015 § permalink
She asked if I wanted to see a production of my favorite Shakespeare play staged by my favorite magician with a score by my third-favorite 20th-century songwriter.
Of course I said yes. » Read the rest of this entry «
August 10th, 2015 § permalink
Her parents relented to her squirms and wiggles, and let the little girl run back and forth in the bus aisle.
The scattered riders looked on the girl with approving, sad smiles and a bit of envy. The bus hadn’t moved in minutes, lodged in a gum wad of red brake lights in the dark. We were about 200 feet from our final destination.
We wanted to run free too, to scamper and skitter in a place promising to be as well-lit and safe as the aisle of a traffic-locked city bus.
So we went to Navy Pier. » Read the rest of this entry «
January 21st, 2015 § permalink
We talked about neighborhoods.
In the MCA café, by large windows facing out to the rapidly purpling east night sky, we talked about what neighborhoods are. We talked about segregation and wealth, community and pride.
We talked about these towns in towns, urban urbs that people define themselves by, sometimes more often than by the town as a whole. I’m from Englewood, some say, proud of the toughness that connotes. I’m from Logan Square, others reply, proud of the implied cool. » Read the rest of this entry «
May 14th, 2014 § permalink
I’ll remember a lot.
I’ll remember the little kosher candies I swiped from the front desk in case I had to cough on-air.
I’ll remember the weird, slightly damp path I had to take through the construction to get to the studio, plywood separating the makeshift walkway from the parking lot, a few signs jutting out, split by the plywood so they just said “rk” or “pper Level Parking.” » Read the rest of this entry «