I’ve been asked to talk about the Marina City Gary Kimmel pimp-dentist scandal over the years, and usually say no. This time I said yes.
Chicago may finally landmark the dramatic Marina City corncobs. But the drama inside the twin high-rises is equally remarkable, too.
Last month, Chicago lost the greatest urbanist you’ve never heard of. A fond farewell to Katie Calhoun, one of the original residents of Marina City.
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.
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.
In 2005 this blog began with the subtitle, ‘The life and times of a former New Yorker living in downtown Chicago.’ I’ve almost left downtown twice since then. At the end of this month, I finally will. I’m heading to Edgewater–and realizing more than just my address is moving on.
I am officially a big, fat hypocrite. A big, fat hypocrite who’s moving back home…to Marina City.
Two months ago I moved out of Marina City to head for a quieter life beyond downtown. But there’s something to be said for living at the center of it all. I’m learning the grass isn’t any greener outside the Loop–and the roaches sure do put up a fight.
I am no longer a resident of Marina City. At the verge of 40, my life goals when I moved downtown five years ago just don’t match up with who I want to be in the next chapter of my life. So I’ve given up my high-rise home in order to get my feet back on the ground. In every way possible.
When you see a flash of light on your balcony, it’s probably a good idea to examine your outdoor outlet before leaving for a party for six hours. In hindsight, boy, I wish I’d had that idea.