The other night at Wrigley

Fans filtering in to the game via the new plaza outside.
The other night I went to a Cubs game with my family.  Cousins were in from out of town, and my sister-in-law, despite having a broken ankle, came up with the idea and made all the arrangements.  It was exciting to be at the park.  I hadn’t been to Wrigley in several years.

I’m ill-qualified to write about the Cubs or even their stadium.  I doubt I could pass muster as a baseball maven or even a ‘real’ Cubs fan.  Have I ever rooted for the Sox?  Honestly, yes.  Do I follow the Cubs much during the regular season?  Honestly?   No.  Yet, precisely because I seldom go to a game at Wrigley, features of the experience charm and impress me that don’t matter to a regular fan.

Some of the Ricketts family’s improvements at Wrigley have triggered controversy, controversy that in my view isn’t warranted.  The new plaza and adjacent tavern (above), which sparked months of careful public discussion, struck me as unobjectionable, benign.  The plaza is a secure area outside the gates, where, during the game, fans can sit on the lawn and watch the game on a jumbotron.  In general, the redevelopment in the immediate vicinity of Wrigley is likely to make the neighborhood less ratty and cleaner-looking, which I view as a wholly good thing.

Because of my sister-in-law’s ankle, we sat in ADA-accessible seating.  We sat at the very top of the main level of seating, at the very back of a deep overhang, on folding chairs.  A very nice, lanky, elderly usher gave us lots of personal attention.  He kept checking back to make sure we were comfortable and that my sister-in-law was safely situated where the many passersby wouldn’t jostle her.  I was sorry we couldn’t see all the scoreboards and the night sky from under the overhang, but it was pleasantly quiet because we really were on the very edge of the crowd.  Plus the overhang would have sheltered us in the event of rain.

The Cubs were in the middle of their stand with the Diamondbacks, whom they had creamed the previous night.  Unfortunately, the game I saw developed into a pitching contest, in which the D-backs, with Zack Godley as their starting pitcher, succeeded in shutting out the Cubs.  Jake Arrieta, the Cubs’ starters, pitched a good game, but it was all for naught because the fielders made errors.

I spent most of the game playing with my new camera, experimenting with the shutter-burst feature, and marveling at the wild contortions that go into a pitch.

The Diamondbacks’ contrasting uniforms struck me as marvelously old-fashioned.  I loved the traditional short pants and stirrup-socks Godley was flaunting.  No wonder he ended up with an edge!

When someone in a row buys a beer, neighboring fans become middlemen who faithfully help execute the transaction.  Thankfully, given the price of beer (over ten dollars), they do so as a matter of course, in a spirit of reciprocity—probably the only class of money-handlers on the face of the earth that doesn’t charge a fee.

A dispiriting Fourth

From the perspective of the Chickaming Community Garden, which Mr C and I customarily visit on the Fourth of July, I took stock of the nation, the part of it I know best—Chicago and Illinois—particularly.  For the first time ever I felt disillusioned—I let the holiday slip past unobserved—whereas I usually feel some optimism or pride.  For the moment, our society is not resurgent but in decline. More

A prayer in Chicago

Turbulent dusk, © 2016 Celia Her CityBind up the wounds of all who suffer from gun violence, those left alone & grieving, those who risk their lives as they rush to our aid, & those who have died this week in Chicago, including Arshell (19), Abner (23), Anthony (21), Ladrell (24), Alfonso (31), Antoine (31), Yanong (27), Louis (30), Johnathan (17), Johnny (27), David (22), Winston (50), Dontae (30), Stephan (22), Jamie (22), Cortez (25), Demarco (32), Julius (18), Andre (23), Anthony (44), Erik (27), John (28), Cory (28), Denzell (24), Ireal (22), Michael (61), William (25), and Lee (43).  Give us power to rise above our fear that nothing can be done and grant us the conviction to be advocates for change.

A prayer for mercy, in a Chicago church.


The new grocery store

Night-time construction at Clark and Division, Chicago
All the sudden, several old familiar grocery stores are closing and being torn down.

From my bus stop at night, I can see the work going forward on the site of the old Jewel at Clark and Division.  It was a large store, right next to the el, with a very large surface parking lot.  A few months back, the building was demolished, and now the entire site is being redeveloped.  It is valuable real estate, in a high density neighborhood.  No doubt the new grocery store will be larger, and there will be a parking deck of some kind; and more use will be crammed on to the site, wrapped within a taller building. More

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