I spent a little time in Chicago back in those days, eating Chicago deep pan Pizza at Uno's, Burgers and rude service at the Billy Goat Cafe, and drinking at Rush and Division. Sad to hear of this digression.
My wife and I used to stay at the Palmer House and enjoy visiting Chicago's Art Institute. About two years ago, bowing to the Diversity cult, the Art Institute reached out to the black community, hoping to find POC to replace the white docents that had been in place for more than a century. Finding none qualified, all the docents were fired and replaced with hand-held recording devices.
Interesting and introspective. Regarding Chicago. A few years ago I had flown there to do a technology refresh in an office the company I worked for had purchased in the downtown area. I was in pretty bad shape at the time having had a hip replaced a week prior to the trip. After finishing the project I caught the train to the airport. I limped into the car pulling my luggage. It was filled with members of one of the local gangs. Sort of reminded me of a scene from The Warriors. There was no place to sit so I sorta braced myself in the only area left. A heavily tattooed young lady stood up, walked over, took my suitcase out of my hand and motioned me to her seat. I sat down. No one said a word and I nodded at her when they got off. I’ve been there quite a lot but that’s what I most remember.
I spent a little time in Chicago back in those days, eating Chicago deep pan Pizza at Uno's, Burgers and rude service at the Billy Goat Cafe, and drinking at Rush and Division. Sad to hear of this digression.
My wife and I used to stay at the Palmer House and enjoy visiting Chicago's Art Institute. About two years ago, bowing to the Diversity cult, the Art Institute reached out to the black community, hoping to find POC to replace the white docents that had been in place for more than a century. Finding none qualified, all the docents were fired and replaced with hand-held recording devices.
I'll miss Chicago.
Interesting and introspective. Regarding Chicago. A few years ago I had flown there to do a technology refresh in an office the company I worked for had purchased in the downtown area. I was in pretty bad shape at the time having had a hip replaced a week prior to the trip. After finishing the project I caught the train to the airport. I limped into the car pulling my luggage. It was filled with members of one of the local gangs. Sort of reminded me of a scene from The Warriors. There was no place to sit so I sorta braced myself in the only area left. A heavily tattooed young lady stood up, walked over, took my suitcase out of my hand and motioned me to her seat. I sat down. No one said a word and I nodded at her when they got off. I’ve been there quite a lot but that’s what I most remember.
Okay, now I'm weepy. I haven't heard that song in ages.
I don't know anything else to say but you can be an amazingly self-reflective writer. This piece was a joy to read.