I didn’t see any kids around, and given some of the water damage I spotted… my best guess is that this has been sitting for some time. Possibly left here the day before, on someone’s way home.
I spotted this the other day: two metal tracks, right in the middle of the floor. This is from the 56th street station, and I’ve passed it daily for many years now – and never really noticed it.
On my walk to the Metra each morning, I see in the distance a large crane. It’s visible once I get along 55th, but it becomes even more so when I’m on the Metra platform.
It’s right around the corner from the old Emmis Interactive office. And in fact, I remembered that this used to be a kind of gated off area. I walked by it countless times, but I guess things have changed over the last 5 years.
In light of yesterday’s commute, it seems even more appropriate to share.
This morning, I happened to be one of the first people off my train. And I also happened to be the first person to get to the very top of the ramp. There… I saw a man on a gurney, surrounded by four or five medics. One medic was pumping the man’s chest.
I’ve been able to peer down Wabash a few times during my commute, and I’ve always found it fascinating. Partly for the actual construction work going on, but also partly because I found myself imagining some distant time in the future.
In my head, I compare what I see now in the present tense, imagining some future day when this will seem incredibly old and antiquated.
Closeup of the neck, which made me think of a huge, mechanical dinosaur. I could have stayed and watched this all morning. Fascinating stuff.
This is totally ridiculous, but… the bricks that lined this tree along 55th are gone! When we first saw it, Liz exclaimed “The bricks are gone!”
Liz spotted this, as we were walking to the Metra stop this morning. While there are lovely colors to be found in Fall, it’s particularly delightful whenever you can spot Nature in the process of using a gradient.
He seemed really amused at my request, and was laughing the whole time. I really do have an interest in other people’s jobs, particularly when they are markedly different than my own. If I see someone in the act of doing their job, I almost always have a list of questions that pop into my head.
I then, to my shame, proceeded to tell her exactly how people get high off a can of whipped cream. While I myself have never tried this particular approach, I am no stranger to the frosty touch of a cracker and the sounds of The Hurdy Gurdy Man, as covered by the Butthole Surfers.
Here’s the thing I want you to remember: you made a series of assumptions, based on this young man’s appearance. Given how he was dressed, given how he looked… you assumed a certain intention on his part. You assumed him to be a particular type of person.