The orange-hatted, slender-jeaned young man with the “I-care-for-nothing” groovy hipster mustache gave a little cheer in spite of himself when the seal made it on the rock. » Read the rest of this entry «
#73: Apple Picking
October 15th, 2012 § permalink
The joint was jumping that Saturday night. Hopping. Jam-packed with the young and trendy, the old and catching up, families, kids, a legion of staffers in blue T-shirts.
There were a few soldiers in their uniforms. A few hipsters in theirs. Every age and race was represented proportionally and happily in that crowd primped and propered for a Saturday night outing to the computer store. » Read the rest of this entry «
#72: The Fall of Roam
October 12th, 2012 § permalink
I call it Eagles weather because I don henleys. » Read the rest of this entry «
#71: Passing the Bar
October 10th, 2012 § permalink
Along the river where the office buildings make a concerted effort to stink of power, there’s a little bar with a cutesy name that will be funny to lawyers. » Read the rest of this entry «
#70: Spider-Man Saves the Day
October 8th, 2012 § permalink
The young woman stocking the spinner racks with novelty glasses was chuckling.
“Have you seen our store superheroes?” she joked. “I was eating a Starburst and started choking. Spider-Man saved me.” » Read the rest of this entry «
#69: The Friar
October 5th, 2012 § permalink
He was leaning against the Red Line train door that wouldn’t open in the direction of travel, smacking chewing gum, hoisting a backpack over his shoulder and wearing a full-length brown habit with knotted cord belt wrapped around his waist and dangling low from his right side. » Read the rest of this entry «
#68: Battle of Avondale
October 3rd, 2012 § permalink
Someone scrawled “White People” in Sharpie on the highway underpass mural welcoming people to the northwest side community of Avondale. » Read the rest of this entry «
#67: The Garden
October 1st, 2012 § permalink
“But at least I picked enough green beans for the homeless shelter,” Jill told me at the end of one of the most angering conversations I ever had.
The Altgeld-Sawyer Corner Farm has been vandalized » Read the rest of this entry «
#66: The Kitties Dance to Country
September 28th, 2012 § permalink
Along that North Clark Street strip of brunch bistros, lesbian bars and Swedish bakeries, two kitties danced to Cajun-tinged country.
“It’s kind of making my ends meet right now,” the puppeteer told me later as he took a swig from a bottle of water. » Read the rest of this entry «
#65: Book Porn, Vol. 2: The Monk
September 26th, 2012 § permalink
The feel of old paper. The look of type. Even the smell, if you want to get that far into it. There’s an undeniable fetish aspect to books.
Which makes a certain strip of 57th Street in Chicago’s Hyde Park neighborhood the red light district. » Read the rest of this entry «
