The art fair drew a good crowd–and the weather didn’t hurt.
It’s that time of the year when my working life eats me alive for a couple weeks and occupies the limited space in my head, which means I’m left with not-so-deep thoughts:
- Here in Chicago I’m happy that we might have a real race for mayor now that Rahm Emanuel has announced he will not seek a third term. I’m hoping that the bigfeet like William Daley and Toni Preckwinkle don’t suck up the oxygen and cash, and that we get to hear from a wide range of candidates. And that local media helps in that cause, rather than deeming only a few worthy of consistent attention.
- The summer here has been delightful, and having seen the wildfires in California, and watching the horrific flooding in North Carolina on TV, I’m all the more grateful for our mild summer.
- This past weekend we strolled the first Printers Row Art Fair. OK, yes, some stuff strained my definition of art, but it was, overall, a pleasant surprise and I hope it comes back. Anything that closes Dearborn and makes for a quiet hush is good by me.
- Our friend Anthony continues to wow passersby with his sidewalk telescoping. But the window for viewing is shortening right now, so I hope I get a few more peeps in.
- Meteorological summer will end this weekend, as the White Sox host the Cubs for what may be meaningful games for one of them. Peace everybody (but if any Sox fan going to the games needs an L flag, I know a guy).
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