After trick-or-treating in downtown Wheaton, we visited Hurley Gardens, where I took this portrait of my better two-thirds.
After trick-or-treating in downtown Wheaton, we visited Hurley Gardens, where I took this portrait of my better two-thirds.
They resodded the lawn next door, then cranked up a sprinkler and let it run overnight. The temp nosedived to the mid-20s, resulting in this freshly planted tree being encased in ice — a sneak preview of the Chicago winter ahead of us.
We headed to Blackstock Stadium hoping to enjoy a competitive football game. Instead, we got a 45-0 shellacking of Wittenberg over DePauw. The highlight of the day for me was observing the pom-pom hairdo effect created by the afternoon’s gusting winds.
The last time Neko Case released an LP, I wrote a rhetorical analysis about the album art. With her latest release, an analysis of the labyrinthine title may be in order: The Worse Things Get, The Harder I Fight, The Harder I Fight, The More I Love You.
Inspired by our newfound addiction to Market Warriors, my wife and I ventured to the Kane County Flea Market prepared to haggle our way to the perfect sideboard for our dining room. Finding only overpriced sideboards, and realizing when coming face to face with true market warriors that we’re timid and horrible negotiators, we instead focused our attention on endless tables of trinkets, such as this peculiar set of figurines. Aside from the exposed abs, the father reading with his daughter seems innocent enough. But it’s clear the fellas in the background are hatching a devious plot of some sort.