The opening of Eataly Chicago has generated considerable buzz. When I visited on a recent weekend, the cavernous store was filled with curious shoppers checking it out. More
Winter bikers are a special breed. The diehards continue to bike, even on the most frigid days. I see them in the Loop as night is falling, mounting their rented Divvy bikes, or pedaling along on bikes that they own. Their teeth are clenched, faces drawn, their eyes have a wild, unseeing look to them, particularly when they first get going. Those first few yards register a special shock, as the arctic air whistles against their tender eyeballs, cold muscles, skin. More
I am waiting at the bus stop on the way to the dentist. I am directly opposite the old Marquette Building, with its amazing brickwork (if can you call it that when all the bricks are unique to the building itself) and its distinguished old bronze story-boards, with their glorious patina of greenish-grey. More
In the morning we left without looking into the courtyard again. The roads had been plowed, and, as we drove, we marveled at how quickly the snow was melting away. In Indiana, the temperature was 52 degrees. By the time we reached home, it was nearly spring.