On Friday, I was given unfettered access to interview the administrative staff of the Chicago Children’s Museum. I wanted to learn about the museum’s civic importance, programs, and reputation–all things Chicago dailies have ignored in their ongoing coverage of the controversy surrounding the museum’s proposed move from Navy Pier to Grant Park.
Some people don’t like hearing about recovery–mine or anyone else’s. To others, stories of recovery are helpful tools on their own journeys to healing. I’ve heard both opinions regarding my recovery blogging here on Carless. The solution? Self select. Read or not as you are so inclined. But I give myself permission to write my own words.
These are, perhaps, the most unexpected words I will ever write in my life. Tonight, I came to believe in God.
Well here I am, my last night in New York, leaving tomorrow to finally head back to my life in Chicago. I’ve already spoken my peace about Saturday night and seeing my old friends again. But my momentary anxiety got the better of me and I never did tell them all how much they mean to me. Let me rectify that omission.
Last week, I was at a loss for words. Try as I might to blog, nothing came. Nothing could. I was preoccupied with an unfolding miracle–one that continues to reveal its happy countenance, its joyous contours. Just where does one begin to describe the feeling of finding long-lost family?
Last summer, when Bob Fioretti’s campaign to unseat controversial 2nd ward alderman Madeline Haithcock was just getting off the ground, he made the rounds of downtown nonprofits to drum up support. One afternoon, he ended up in the wrong office building. In my birthday party. Begging for cake.
Because I think he’s a liar. Probably my top reason why I will not vote for Chicago’s incumbent 42nd Ward alderman, Burt Natarus, in the municipal election on February 27. Because he doesn’t think my neighborhood should be run by developers. The top reason why I endorse challenger Brendan Reilly.
Ah, the power of the blogosphere. As of 11:00 a.m. this morning, the City of Chicago has removed the security cameras from the top of Millennium Park’s Crown Fountain. Good riddance. Devyn and I blogged about the offending cameras and got the Chicago Tribune to write an article on the issue–and article that appeared today. You’re welcome, Chicago 🙂
You really can’t go home again. Not that I was jonesing to, with all the recent fuss I’ve made about preferring these Lake Michigan shores to Gotham’s piece of the Atlantic seaboard, where I’m from. But a few days spent in New York this month showed me how much more at ease I feel in Chicago.
Or, It’s Just Weather, Dammit! Much as I like her column, there are two times of year I just can’t condone Chicago Tribune columnist Mary Schmich: the beginning and end of summer. When we get to read her complain about…the beginning and the end of summer.