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 «
March 13th, 2013 § permalink
“How do you spell that?” the woman in the security blazer asked as she looked down the laminated sheet.
I blinked twice.
“D-E-N-,” I said, pausing to let her check the sheet. “M-A-R-K.” » Read the rest of this entry «
May 30th, 2012 § permalink
Although Cubs fans might not believe it, Chicago can throw one hell of a curveball, be it running into a long-lost love at the grocery store, adoring a food you never tried before or coming across a zydeco band playing to no one. » Read the rest of this entry «