To outsiders, “Chicago” conjures up the city’s grandest images. I think about the first time I rode my bike to the lakefront, spontaneously and alone, still in my work clothes. Downtown is the epicenter of our cultural and economic energy. Defined by our powerful and iconic skyline, downtown is all most visitors imagine. Or it can mean countless other things, depending on variables we proudly own. Are we inspired to grab the lampposts and twirl our way down Michigan Avenue?
It’s what they have seen on television broadcasts, through online searches, and in beautiful picture books. Do we see it as the means to a paycheck, our place of work, our hub of hustle and bustle? There’s another side to that story, too, one we don’t often think about unless it’s our experience or one we’ve seen first-hand.
I can say no easily."Jennie: "My friends think I am intimidating because I work in a corporate business environment which would at times be associated with rigor/aggressive natured people.
It’s an environment that breeds people to become coarse or cold emotionally in order to get to the next level.
These are things that I admire and wish I saw in myself. But sometimes I wonder if my quippy response is correct; is it really intimidation that keeps the men from my fabulous friends?If you agree with what the police are alleging against you, the way to get the best result is often to plead guilty as it demonstrates remorse and contrition as well as meaning that you will be entitled to a discount on your sentence.– Do you know how hard it is interviewing Andrew Denton? Just quietly, I would love it if somebody wanted to give me a space to publish more cartoons.But the weight behind the word is now heavier, more profound. I think about the boathouse at Humboldt Park, where the people and music remind me I’m in a diverse metropolis, but the two hundred acres of nature make it feel like the quiet country. There’s a hop in my step that’s so pure it could independently fuel a twirl around a lamppost that ends with me throwing my hat toward the sky. When I’m driving back from the suburbs or my hometown, I take that final curve on the highway and it still takes my breath away—to see that cluster of skyscrapers looming strong, silent, and somewhat reverent.The difference is I think of Chicago differently than I did then. The dive bars at Division Street and Damen Avenue, back before living in Wicker Park was more expensive than I, and most, could afford. I get the same rush stepping off a plane at Midway or O’Hare knowing the depth of urbanity I just flew over is now beneath my feet and at my fingertips.