Tag: My Commute
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 […]
I always think about the what ‘ifs’ in life when it comes to the homeless.
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 […]