from Memorial Day to Labor Day
and then some,
I wake up.
Walk Figgy Pudding.
Go to yoga.
And walk through the Green City Market
in Lincoln Park.
To do this,
I navigate the back roads of the West Loop
to avoid a particularly potholed
and unappealing stretch of Halsted.
I’ve gone this route for two summers now.
Last Saturday, thanks to the construction on the
new Google building
(Welcome Google — but your
lengthy and unpredictable
construction project is inconveniencing me),
Carpenter was closed
forcing me to
cut over Lake to Halsted.
There, to my surprise,
is an official outpost of the Green City Market.
Right. In. My. Neighborhood.
A recent failed taxi ride with a
driver who didn’t understand the
simplest of directions
(Take me to the precious coffee shop in the historic building
with the name I can’t pronounce.
And step on it!)
accidentally landed me at
a great coffee shop owned by
my coffee crush Phil Tadros
just a block away from the Intelligentsia
Brian Cahill and I frequently — and reluctantly — meet.
The probing question
(and you knew there would be one) is:
In what ways are you