Liz and I had errands and laundry plans for the night. But as I was leaving work, she called to let me know that there were some issues with the Metra Electric line.
Despite filing a service request with the city a few weeks ago, the street is just as bad after another heavy rain. Just as bad, or worse, even.
One thing I have yet to see in person: the use of actual fire on the tracks. Sadly, standing around inside Millennium Station, today was not that day.
There was a lot of changes on our street, when I got home after work. I’d heard that they would be doing some restoration work (replacing the curbs and repairing all the concrete along the street)… but I wasn’t quite prepared to see the state of the street.
On my way in to work this morning, I saw this at my Metra stop. I immediately muttered to myself “That’s not right.”
It’s no small amount of water, so to have it rush down here, pool and swirl around, and then just seemingly disappear is kind of baffling. I kept expecting it to overflow and rush out, but it just gets here and… goes away.
There are two huge mounds on either side of our driveway, and a heavy, metal plate lining our driveway to the street. Guessing there’s a sizable hole underneath there.
I like the approach here – it’s definitely subtle, understated. The yellow on black text of “LIT” catches your eye, but not in an obnoxious way. It’s ambiguous enough to pull you in, to want to read a little more.
My guess is that wherever there’s a manhole cover, there’s enough space for a person to actually go down a ladder… with space under the street for standing. I’m not sure what happened, but in my mind that cavernous space is full to the brim with water, and spilling out topside.
Every time I’m standing in line at the grocery store, the same thought pops into my head: this is so grossly inefficient. As someone who is a mediocre programmer but a really excellent lazy person, I crave streamlining things – figuring out a way to stop repeating similar tasks, over and over again.
I felt a little weird sneaking these photos, but I couldn’t get close enough to get his attention. At every intersection, he’d zip away before I could say anything… and one block later he’d be caught at the light, with me getting just close enough to snap a photo.
Poor Bobo. The fact that the kid who drew this out referred to him as “hand sized” is just heartbreaking.
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.