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.
The easiest jollies for eligible Chicagoans can be found on any Lake Shore Drive northbound express bus. If your knees and your bottom can stand it. It’s become a fact of life on every 140-something articulated express bus between Michigan Avenue and points nearer to the Arctic Circle. From Belmont Avenue northward, the crowd on the CTA’s long bendy buses positively bounces–most especially the sveltest riders of the female persuasion. Thanks to Old Man Winter, who is obviously a dirty letch.
Dear idiots who groused about driving in Chicago in today’s Sun-Times: that’s why God invented public transit.