A life metaphor: We’re all racing to the same red light.
Mike Hicks posted this wind map showing Chicago at the center of a national vortex of wind. You definitely feel it outside!
#@mulad.bluesky.social
Is the author John Drury, the broadcaster?
It looks like you’re manning the gateway to Oz!
The drive to Owatonna is beautiful and for some reason, images of the bank don’t seem to give you the right sense of scale. It’s striking.
I would address my people daily from that stair well! Don’t know if any of them would stop and listen though…
And look to the flip side—spending expectations were much less. Clothing, furniture, cars were infrequent purchases. The expectation for a “vacation” in the 1970s was more likely a drive to stay with family or at a cabin or camp in the area—more recently the norm would be a flight to Orlando.
More Episcopalians is always the answer…
It’s a thing of beauty—like an abstract painting.
Lagrange 1920s Tudors. #tudoraf.bluesky
First generation social media, judicial primary election edition;
Nothing says “economic uncertainty” like a proud three-flat sprouting a commercial front jutting out to the street—a neighborhood’s shift from residential to commercial.
“No floor show to distract”! Thank goodness Jack got rid of those pesky showgirls.
Plumber (and plumbing inspector for the City of Chicago) and pharmacist at the Edgewater Beach Hotel.
Any chair by Charles Rohlfs because I can’t imagine any of these beautiful things successfully supporting a human bottom.
My very icon is terra cotta ordered from the Northwestern Terra Cotta Company in the 1920s anticipatedly in your honor. Happy Birthday!
The Night Stalker! Darren McGavin fighting otherworldly haunts in 1970s Chicago.
No, but love being invited to the homes of friends who do!
Sabzeh, a tray of lentils, growing in celebration of Norwuz, the Persian New Year, celebrated March 20 in Iran. A sign of spring, new birth, and hope.
This is one of the strangest sites for a historic Italianate home—surrounded by little 60s ranch houses, like the house got lost and ended up in the wrong neighborhood.
Love the Palladian windows in the first picture. Like a little kid playing dress-up with her mom’s jewelry.
Seen some very good, unusual shows here.
my therapist: flat bud heavy isn't real and it can't hurt you
me: not only is it real it's flatter than you can even imagine
my therapist: anyway how did you get my home number
And perfect neighborhood to architecturally nerd-out in.
Chilling account of the challenges to your research and patient care. Your dedication and perseverance shine through.
After Tchaikovsky’s “Queen of Spades?”
This map claims to show the grave of James Jesse Strang, leader of a Mormon schismatic group that created a “kingdom” on Beaver Island.
Here’s the book
JH Kellogg and his cereal from Battle Creek, Michigan.
I’ll post it tomorrow!
