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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After I drove into the lot and parked this morning, I got out of my truck and fumbled around trying to drape my backpack on my right shoulder while holding a phone and a coffee mug in one hand and a folder of papers and a lunch bag in the other, and the backpack...
Read more →Shortly after moving into my present home nearly two years ago, I would often find myself driving south on Wyoming to run errands on weekend mornings and see him. Out of place in my neighborhood, he would be walking north each time- a middle-aged African-American man with short wiry gray hair dressed in a...
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