Yes, It's Tito, But Not Jackson
C'mon, who paints a portrait of the great Tito
Puente on a cinder block wall in a spot where it can barely be seen? And why? Not that I have a problem with it. When I first heard a Tito Puente recording I had to run out and
pick up a Slingerland drum catalog. This may
have been on a club wall but the place was locked up solid and the lot was chained up.
Another one of those street art puzzles.
Old Days, Good Times I Remember
It got to be a ritual. I did whatever I had to do
on Saturdays, but I made sure I was at
Roeser's Bakery on North Avenue a little before closing. I'd talk to the high school girl that worked there while she watched the minutes tick by. Finally, just before closing she'd hand me a bag with two chocolate chip cookies, big cookies, and remind me to keep it between me and her. I agreed but always had the suspicion that old man Roeser knew about it. Good times
Clouds At 70...
...miles per hour, that is, along the Stevenson Expressway. I was riding shotgun when I took this so you were all safe.
The Funeral Procession
Oh, what a dream I had. Six shrouded figures
carrying a (who's?) casket.
Actually, a sculpture designed by six of
artist Lorado Taft's students in 1905.
My Eyes Adored You
I hope I didn't frighten you away.
Hidden from view on North Avenue in Wicker Park.
The White Elephant
This is, I suppose, my idea of a protest photo.
This monstrosity has recently appeared in our relatively small community. I hate seeing this
almost on a daily basis. We've been told how it
will contribute jobs and tax benefits, but nothing has been touted about increased traffic, trucks, fumes and noise. We'll all be
better off for having this. No, we didn't need
the large green fields or the nice country back
road that is currently closed. I'm guess
developers and speculators won't be satisfied
until every square foot of greenery is built up.
Please Leave, I'm Resting
T. Allmendinger, one of the unknown at
Graceland Cemetery, Clark Street and
Irving Park Road.
I Feel Free
Nothing else need be said.
I'm often amazed at how many deserted properties are left to deteriorate. I'm sure
there are reasons for this in many cases
but in this one the house (unseen) has
been empty for years. The only thing it's good for now is a training spot for fire fighters. The cinder block garage pictured is probably good for another hundred years. It's a shame
that one family's misfortune doesn't result in
another's good luck.
The Evil That Lurks Within
There was a time, long ago, when kids like
my friends and I could search for, explore
and scavenge deserted and dilapidated
places like this. Not anymore. I'd be one of
those overprotective parents warning of the