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.
Everybody enjoys a self-righteous standoff every time CTA doors open. And nobody ever does anything to fix this problem.
Is it better to be poor than rich? Do poor people find it easier to follow Jesus? Can a camel squeeze through the eye of a needle?
A rude, hot woman gets my hackles up. But then my hackles can be gotten down just as easily, if the same woman suddenly turns nice.
Some women can pull it off. Most don’t. Nora Dunn made casual elegance look easy at a storytellers group in Andersonville.
Lottery Tickets: Pockets Of Poor People Purchasing Paper Promises, at the Pakistani Convenience Store under the Argyle Red Line.
Southbound Red Line. After Roosevelt, not so many white people. After Sox-35th, even less. Especially after baseball season.
Take it from me, a man. Women interested in attracting men for keeps do so with their minds and not their bodies.
Common lore, amongst women, assumes that men only want one thing. Not true. They want two. Big ones. In their hands and face. All the time.
I could swear there are invisible segregation monitors throughout Chicago. Come on, people . . . try the road LESS travelled, for a change!
For a moment, a late-night duel between a demented rubbish flinger and a dutiful parking valet seemed like a matter of life and death.
Black beggars delight in the color of my skin. Hey, I voted for Obama. I play in a blues band. What more do you want from my white guilt?