Pride and Piquedness
ShareI rarely engage with other Chicagoans in the city’s seemingly official pasttime of grousing about winter weather. But when it’s 90 in the shade, my plaintive side takes a more public turn. No matter how cold the spring, we always face Divine retribution come late June. This city bakes from Gay Pride through the Taste of Chicago. Why? I think it’s in the Bible. Watch the video and I’ll tell you why…
(Video: Was last winter’s minus-17 really that bad?)
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Pride cometh before the fall. HAHA. You slay me!
“Summer is here and our souls have yet to be saved!”–paraphrasing from Jeanette Winterson’s “Oranges Aren’t the Only Fruit”
I love you both