Does the urge to travel ever leave a traveler?  I've found through many months of trial, dull-and-dreary clouds and rain, and boorish Chicagoans that the answer to that question, at least for me, is no.  So, it's understandably harder for me to be in a place I love so much knowing I'll soon be on an ass-numbing 22-hour ride back to a city that ( Read more... )

I lived in Snellville, Ga- a suburb of Atlanta- for 20 years of my life.  I did well in high school, was captain of the scholar's bowl team, excelled academically, earned an honor thespianship my senior year, and hated just about everything I witnessed in social interaction among people my age and the public at large.  I went to college after ( Read more... )

S and I were sitting near Lake Bitch-n-grin yesterday as an old man ambled by us hunched over a gleaming walker.  I had seen this man before, and nodded to him and smiled each time, and this time was no different.  After we exchanged silent pleasantries, he turned and gestured toward the lake and exclaimed, jubilantly, "You know, this is Chicago, ( Read more... )

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