thoughts from a freckle-faced pisces
The last time I was in Wrigley Field was twenty five years ago. I went with my sisters and our husbands (or soon-to-be) for a game in the middle of the week. Baking in the sun with all the other Bleacher Bums could be deceiving, for as warm and bright as those outfield seats were, … Read more
For the first few years I worked in Chicago I took the bus. It picked me up at the end of the block and would make its way through the south suburbs where our family lived, picking up passengers along the way before eventually merging onto the expressway and then Michigan Avenue. My friend got picked up … Read more