Pride and Piquedness
I 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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Lost and Found
Lost: Something I had for four years. Can't fathom where it got to. Watch the video and see if you can help me figure it out.
Lost: Something I had for four years. Can't fathom where it got to. Watch the video and see if you can help me figure it out.
Why I Like the Chicago 'L'
A visit from an NYC friend yesterday reminded me how much I prefer the Chicago 'L'--and Chicago, in general--over New York and its (apparently) increasingly dangerous subway. Click above to view my premiere video blog and I'll tell you my reasons why.
A visit from an NYC friend yesterday reminded me how much I prefer the Chicago 'L'--and Chicago, in general--over New York and its (apparently) increasingly dangerous subway. Click above to view my premiere video blog and I'll tell you my reasons why.
Cincinnati Jamie and the Hot Wings of Doom
The day I celebrated my 38th birthday by visiting my favorite Windy City hot wings joint, I never expected to have to outrun funnel clouds on a mad dash to make it safely home. Until the moment when every tornado siren in Chicago sounded the alarm.
The day I celebrated my 38th birthday by visiting my favorite Windy City hot wings joint, I never expected to have to outrun funnel clouds on a mad dash to make it safely home. Until the moment when every tornado siren in Chicago sounded the alarm.
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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