During the service, I learned that Bernie encountered Rockefeller Chapel when he was seventeen years old, hitchhiking from North Dakota to Michigan for a summer job. The sight of the chapel left “an indelible mark” on him, and he returned to the University of Chicago to study… and to eventually serve as the chapel’s Dean, many years later.
We got some screams, which was fantastic. And we even got several folks who outright refused to put their hands in, and said “It’s not worth it.”
Something happened to me today. I was browsing Instagram, and I saw a photo from my friend Betsy. And I looked a little closer at this photo, and I was taken aback.
If you’ll indulge me, I’d like to recreate for you the experience I had. Stay with me here.
Liz tried at least 20 different Italian restaurants, and nearly every place was booked. Again, we waited too long to try ot get reservations… as everyone and their mother was intent on carbo-loading the night before the race. So of course, every Italian joint was fully booked up.
We ended up getting reservations at a local restaurant, Nella in Hyde Park.
On my run yesterday, I was warming up and passed by this (very) blue car. There was this small little square of an image, on the inside dash… and it caught my eye, but before I could see what it was I had already passed by.
I went a few steps, and decided I needed to go back. So I paused my timer, and wanted another peek.
I wonder how old that tree across the way was. Maybe 30, 40 years old? Am I undercounting here, and it’s more like 50+? And to think it just gets damaged, from a single night of strong winds… and then it’s gone.
I was headed to the office today. And on my way out the door, I stopped in my tracks when I saw this across the street.
There are two kinds of people: a person who sees other runners with medals, and gets motivated at the sight; a person who sees other runners with medals, and starts cussing under their breath.
I am that second type. And with what little breath I had, I cursed every single person I came across with a medal.
Wish we had some food to give, but probably wouldn’t feel comfortable doing that. It’s funny – we’ve seen these turtles here for a few years now, but have yet to run into any of the humans that actually reside here.
As far as I know, this place belongs to the turtles… and they just allow a few random humans to occupy the large box in their backyard.
As I was warming up, I spotted this strange sight: Elmo, on the top of a car, held down by ropes, on his back and facing the sun.
For a moment, he looked to be a Muppet Prometheus, waiting for his inevitable fate.
This is graffiti at its purest. Unadulterated, indiscriminate rage. With a modicum of attention to penmanship, to ensure the message gets through.
Liz and I were walking to breakfast this morning, and we passed by the large Wisteria that’s slowly taking over a street sign near us.
Unfortunately, our house isn’t quite suitable for hosting just yet. And on top of that, Paige is pretty allergic to the bunnies. So what we decided on was to get her a room at the nearby Sophy hotel. And we also got ourselves a room, alongside hers. And we decided to make a night of hanging out in Hyde Park together, before her flight tomorrow morning.
I said as much this time around, making my standard joke about taking credit for my wife’s work. But I was surprised that they were talking about our backyard, which isn’t really that visible from the sidewalk.
They mentioned they could see portions of the backyard down the driveway, and that’s what they were complimenting. After a beat, I asked if they were interested in walking back to take a look. And almost immediately, the gentleman I was talking to gave out an enthusiastic YES!
In the neighborhood/area this weekend: graduation ceremonies at the University of Chicago, as well as the 57th Street Art Fair.