About 8:30 last Sunday evening, I was weaving my way through other walkers on Wacker Drive- which, as a riverfront path, is arguably one of the busiest pedestrian routes in Chicago on a summer weekend evening- when a long-haired and bearded young man in a canvas jacket and blue jeans strode passed me, speaking...
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Earlier this year I decided I wanted to return to Chicago and, once a resident long ago, spend some time in the city strictly as a tourist. I was grateful that I could take time off last week to do it (note to self: planning ahead is a good thing). I ended up flying...
Read more →One time we made an unconscious turn and wandered amidst the cement steles each great monolith like the other fire doors and fires escapes gray statues on a cement pond where litter floated here and there like dead fish. We did not know. “Hey, white girl” a low male voice called. It was a...
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For the record, I was at my parent’s house to see the game of the season, and of the century. The funny thing is, I had told my cousin I would make sure to wear my Cub’s hat for the two remaining games after Sunday’s win because when I took it off for a...
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Whenever winter occasionally visits Albuquerque and dulls and bleaches the sky, I am regularly transported back to a few specific memories from my Chicago days. You know- those stills that get burned into our heads of particular moments, particular images. When I lived in the city, after my brief attempt at marriage failed, I...
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