The dreamy and verdant possibilities of early summer have already melted into the haze and sluggishness of late June. Instead of charting out a novel, or planning a stargazing trip, my mental energy is focused on simply avoiding a sunburned noggin and counting the days until my neighborhood grocery store reopens. I’m already at the point where I’ll settle for a few cookouts and a bit of mild, age-appropriate mischief. At least I already know the most important thing: what I’m going to be drinking.
Monthly Archives: June 2011
Chicago is, For Me, No Longer Cursed
By the time I lumbered into Union Station late Sunday afternoon, I was exhausted, grumpy, over-budget, sunburned, and, ironically, kind of hungry. But the moment I slouched down on one of the ancient benches and let myself be hypnotized by the delicate light streaming through the windows high overhead, what I really felt was overwhelming relief. I think I took care of my Chicago Curse.