Tag: My Commute
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Be Blessed and Have a Good Day
As I walk down Washington Street towards LaSalle after passing Wells, a man sits in the same spot on most mornings. Some afternoons I see him, but not too often. Each morning I pass, he smiles widely and nods as he says, “Be blessed and have a good day!” He says it loud and clear…
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Dirty Fingers with a Sign
I always think about the what ‘ifs’ in life when it comes to the homeless.
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Reflections
As I ride the train to work, my train cuts a swath through the south suburbs as well as the south side of Chicago. I witness the transitions between suburban dereliction, urban distraught, urban redevelopment and all of the many possibilities between. Between the ‘civilization’ of the south suburbs, are some of the most drastic…
Rebe de la Paz 