I am a glutton for punishment. I have the evidence to prove it: this week I signed my fourth lease for life in my Marina City high-rise home. Unfortunately, a recent flyer slipped under proves the drama in the corncobs continues. And that the condo office staff still hasn’t mastered the finer points of spell- and grammar-checking
Sometimes I feel a bit guilty about the bad props I give the Chicago Transit Authority. Trouble is, as experience shows, time and again when you give the CTA enough rope, they just seem to hang themselves. Like they just did again, by installing 3,000 on-board system maps–without proofreading them first. ‘Bemont’ Avenue, anyone?