After lunch with a friend, I ducked in to Best Buy for a printer cartridge and took this photograph while waiting in line. More
The number of small businesses in Chicago is dizzying. They line the long, unbending commercial streets, small fibers of a gargantuan economy. Some are thriving and cheery; others ugly, halfhearted, even sinister.
This place, Lee’s Foreign Car Service, is a standout on the bland stretch of South Jefferson between Roosevelt Road and the Loop. Regardless of what the service is like, the meticulous fusion of paint and signs on its exterior is impressive.
When I was in grad school, my younger friend, Joan, lived in a two-flat in Roscoe Village. The flat, on Wolcott Avenue, was unusual because it had a big side yard. Joan basically had the whole place to herself, because the old woman who owned it and lived in the bottom flat, had gone to live with her daughter, leaving her things in place. More
After my visit to Toni Patisserie, I wandered into the Pittsfield Building, a sort of museum piece when it comes to architectural glory. Built in the 1920s, before the Great Depression, the Pittsfield is an instance of retail magnate Marshall Field’s broad and enduring impact on Chicago. More