But this is Chicago in the middle of winter. There’s fucking nothing in season. Without modern highways, air freight, railroads, canning and other industrialized food processing techniques, refridgeration and chemical preservatives, no one could live here between September and May. I paid a little visit today to the Fulton Market, Chicago’s meatpacking district of old – from Upton Sinclair days – till now. Continue reading I have no idea what’s in season.
Once upon a twenty-something me, I had two favorite midday getaways downtown. Part of the mystique of working downtown was seeing what everyone else downtown was doing and then wanting to do that thing myself so I could feel a little bit like this suburban girl had finally “arrived.” I’d seen and passed on the … Continue reading Where’s Your Midday Getaway?
“You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.” The first time I heard this phrase, it was likely yelled by a behemoth of a man, a bouncer at a bar, about five minutes after the ugly lights came on. Another welcome overstayed. This phrase came to mind when I was at the … Continue reading Onward Ticket Required: You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.
Hello, type-A (overzealous planners) travelers, welcome to your fantasy. Continue reading DIY Google Maps and the Type-A Traveler
