People pitching in.
Kids reinventing space.
Sidewalks cleared for passersby.
Sidewalks cleared for passersby.
Not a bad test of humanity. We passed.
By the time I was twelve years old I'd had eight different addresses.
I'm a lot less nomadic these days.
These are my adventures in the unlikely condition called home.
3 comments:
The neighborhood was unbelieveably awesome in the face of Nostradomusness. YOU, my friend (and luv-ah) had no small part in setting up that neighborliness. xoxo.
This makes me happy.
I love the way snow brings Chicagoans together! I remember that was the only time complete strangers would make eye contact and say hello when you passed them on the sidewalk. Happy, battle-weary solidarity.
And I back Johno in giving you props for your promotion of neighborliness!
Lawrence could use a good clearing-sidewalks clinic, BTW, if Chicago would like to pay a visit.
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