City Life, Part Twenty-Eight: The Dark Underbelly Of an Eddie Vedder Tour
The dark underbelly of an Eddie Vedder tour — his management team, as well as the Chicago Theater crew were, at the time, MISERABLE people.
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City Life, Part Twenty-Seven: Douchebagus Corporatus
Native Chicago wildlife includes a pest that typically inhabits the Loop. Occasionally, though, Douchebagus Corporatus wanders uptown.
City Life, Part Twenty-Six: Chicago Darwin Award Nominees
Darwin Award nominees are everywhere in Chicago. My favorite, so far, is a woman pushing a baby stroller across a busy street WHILE TEXTING.
City Life, Part Twenty-Five: Ambassador Of Gentlemanly Comportment
EXCUSE ME: In Chicago, nobody has time for good manners. Nevertheless, I carry on as the very model of a modern major gentleman.
City Life, Part Twenty-Four: Deadly Car Horns
If car horns were turned into deadly lasers, Chicago drivers (and their cars) would all be vaporized by the end of rush hour.
City Life, Part Twenty-Three: Sidewalk Chicken
Hey people . . . can we all just agree to walk on the right, instead of meandering like zombies and playing sidewalk chicken?
City Life, Part Twenty-Two: The Windbag City
On every bus, train, and street corner in Chicago, a LOUDMOUTH holds court, bloviating banalities willy-nilly, like a royal leaf blower.
City Life, Part Twenty-One: Mother’s Day
Cubs fans pack the CTA, rubbing each other the right way. By the time the train gets to Addison, some of them have already gotten off.
City Life, Part Twenty: My Red Line Train
Sometimes Cubs fans forget that they are guests on MY CTA Red Line train. I don’t get in their cars and act obnoxious.
City Life, Part Nineteen: A Still, Small Voice
Do you feel alone; trapped? Do you wonder if God truly cares about you? It’s easy to miss the still, small voice in the loud, crowded city.
City Life, Part Eighteen: The CTA Push-Push, Shove-Shove Method
Everybody enjoys a self-righteous standoff every time CTA doors open. And nobody ever does anything to fix this problem.
City Life, Part Seventeen: The Key Of Me
When I was a child, I wanted to sing like Mahalia Jackson. So my mother taught me my first song, “Jesus Loves Me.”