Category archive for ‘CHICAGO’
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16 Miles, Paid in Twenties and Hundreds
Musing about Los Angeles distances recently, I was surprised to learn my mental yardstick had finally changed time zones.
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My Kind of Town
And another kind of anniversary. What a difference a decade makes. On how ten years ago, to my surprise, I became a Chicagoan.
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The Tallit of Phillip Shenkler–UPDATE
I’m happy to report the tallit of Phillip Shenkler got a hero’s welcome this morning–its first Shabbat morning in use in a congregational setting in at least 26 years.
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The Tallit of Phillip Shenkler
Phillip kept the the memorial booklet from Sara’s funeral in his tallit bag for 32 years until the day he died…and no one knew it until I opened the bag another 26 years later.
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On How I Doctor My Shakshuka
What’s shakshuka? What’s shakshuka?! Poached eggs in spicy tomato sauce and the best middle-eastern breakfast ever. Here’s mine. Full of photos and, as with all shakshuka recipes, controversy. B’tei avon!
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Looking for Madison
Ever use a GPS-enabled Android phone to circumnavigate both of Madison, Wisconsin’s major lakes searching for public lakefront access? We did. Mostly in vain.
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Not My Father’s Cyclone
It took me eight years to finally visit Six Flags Great America. Imagine my surprise to find the Coney Island Cyclone sitting in the middle of the Chicago suburbs.
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The New View from Here (VIDEO)
When I moved eight miles north from downtown Chicago, I traded in one spectacular high-rise view for another. Here’s a set of videos to show how living across from the Loop compares to living on the edge of Lake Michigan–in all its inland-sea glory.
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A Gang in Every Alley
Every day for years living in downtown Chicago, I knew I was missing out on locally engaging with my city and fellow inhabitants therein. But I didn’t know just how much I missed that kind of ordinary engagement until I moved to Edgewater.
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Marina City Parting Gift: A(nother) Flood to Remember (VIDEO)
Yesterday I thought I shared my last thoughts on Marina City. But today, Chicago’s infamously flood-prone corncobs decided to have one more watery word.

