Remembering a Memorial
When it was still up, I wondered how many other people saw it – and how many still stopped to read it. Now that it’s gone, I wonder if anyone else in Chicago notices it’s missing. Or if it’s just me.
When it was still up, I wondered how many other people saw it – and how many still stopped to read it. Now that it’s gone, I wonder if anyone else in Chicago notices it’s missing. Or if it’s just me.
I’m assuming that, at some point in time, someone decided to plug in a hotplate and began cooking up some bacon and eggs. And maybe the resulting grease splashing around caused some burns?
I started thinking again about fixes and problems, and how in some situations we get better at our workarounds… while still not addressing the root cause of our problems.
Liz and I spotted this, at our Metra stop this morning. We were trying to figure out the direction of travel, and what might have prompted someone to traverse the tracks with all that snow on the ground.
After a few days of unseasonably warm temperatures, today was cold and windy. A lot of the windows at my neighborhood Metra had ice and condensation – giving the whole entryway a kind of diffused look.
Also while standing there, I remembered Alicia Frantz and her way of listening to the world. Listening to the voices around me, I also noticed the sounds of the door to the waiting area – opening and closing. I heard the sound of people walking by, their arms brushing against their coats, the footsteps on the floor.
Last weekend, I trekked out to Flossmoor to meet up with Bob. I didn’t get to spend much time there, but snapped a few photos of the journey.
On the days when I get off at the Van Buren stop, I pass by this small little door at the base of the ramp. I always wonder what might be behind it, and always thought about pausing to take a photo.
“For the FRA Type II glass, the manufacturer must drop a 12-pound masonry block of specified parameters, which impacts the glass at 12-feet-per-second.”
An ad for Uber. Which I found hilarious. I wonder if they specifically targeted times when the boards were inactive or unable to display info due to delays. I’ll have to keep an eye out in the future, to see if those ads show up all the time or not.
I couldn’t get a sense of anything else around this sign, that might warrant a safety reminder. It just seemed to have been planted in the middle of nowhere, akin to a sign that someone might put next to the sidewalk that says “Eat Your Vegetables.”
The conductor was on the phone/intercom, but was near the door (and possibly outside)… with the phone stretched taunt, all across the width of the train.
As I was waiting to step off the Metra train, I looked down and spotted this penny. Almost instantly, I thought about the childhood pasttime of placing pennies on train tracks.
Some days, I’ll happen to be among the first people off the train, when it arrives at Millennium Station. And among those rare moments, sometimes I’ll be the first person who gets to the ramp that leads from the train platform, up to the main waiting room area.
This week has been an interesting one, in that by tomorrow… I’ll have been working in three different offices within the span of four days. Now that I’m back in Chicago, I have a different commute than the one I’ve had for the last five years.