What happens to a young pioneer …

As a relatively new Chicagoan–and, more importantly, the only one in my extended family to venture off the East Coast–I’ve had a lot of questions and concerns tossed my way in the two years I’ve been living here.

Last night, of course, those questions were: “Are you okay/were you on that subway/what the hell happened?” and so on … Other questions, more typically, run along the lines of: “Isn’t Chicago, like, really cold?!?!?”

None, however, pertained to any of these. And frankly, some of those things deserve questioning. Lots of it.

5 Comments so far

  1. nikkos (unregistered) on July 13th, 2006 @ 8:26 am

    Welcome aboard!


  2. Bill V (unregistered) on July 13th, 2006 @ 8:56 am

    I mean really, shouldn’t every funeral home have it’s own miniature golf course? I would play a round just about every visit. You can be there for hours and hours, why not talk about that loved one over a round of 18?


  3. erinoia (unregistered) on July 13th, 2006 @ 9:02 am

    I mean, looking back, my grandfather has said that he wants his ashes scattered on his favorite golf course ….

    So maybe they actually were on par with that idea. (wah wahhhhhhhhhhhhh)


  4. NSH (unregistered) on July 13th, 2006 @ 11:20 am

    The Givens Castle always makes a great picture. Long time architectural watercolor painter Jack Simmerling owns a gallery across the street and has some outstanding sketches.
    google Jack Simmerling and take a look!


  5. Erik (unregistered) on July 13th, 2006 @ 4:25 pm

    Further proof (as if Weber Grills weren’t enough) that Palatine is the greatest suburb ever.

    Just please don’t mention Brown’s Chicken — there’s a Popeye’s down the street that’s always been better, anyway.



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