It seems like we’re all thinking the same thing these days: how can it possibly be August already. Summer has been flying by and I really don’t want to think about how it will be over so soon after we waited so
patiently for it to arrive. So here’s how I’ve been soaking it up.
^In Arena, Wis. at Sugarland for a friend’s wedding.
^Chick trying really hard to survive 4th of July
^Helping One Tail at a Time raise money at Pitchfork
^Listening to Neutral Milk Hotel at Pitchfork
^En route to Wisconsin with Millie (& Chick of course!)
^Unimpressed with me.
^Elevator selfie, naturally.
There is nothing I love more than dogs and cop shows. Or in this instance, Police Reporter!, which was a weekly series that ran in the Chicago Herald-American starting in 1942. It featured detective-like reporters who were instrumental in solving high-profile crime cases. The feature ran Sundays for two years and included photo re-enactments of the famous crimes. Thanks, Chicago Tribune, for always sharing these these old photos from your archives. And thanks to my uncle for sending them my way!
(Photo from the Chicago Tribune)
I’m back with a black and white Friday post! A while back my uncle sent me this photo collage from the Chicago Tribune about “a good girl gone bad.” It’s the story of Wanda Stopa, a young Polish woman who was Chicago’s first woman assistant U.S. district attorney. Unfortunately that was short lived when she killed her lover’s gardener, and then committed suicide. It’s a tragic story, but worth a peek if you like reading sordid stories from the past (and really, who doesn’t?).
(Image is a Chicago Tribune historical photo)
Last weekend I headed to Chicago Animal Care and Control for what I thought was a meet and greet for a potential foster pup. She was a tiny chihuahua mix named Gracie. But by the time I had arrived she had already been transferred to another rescue (yay!).
So instead I hung out with this sweet pup in the photo above. His name is Polo and he was so lovely. When I first saw him he looked so, so sad in his cage. He is about six years old and an owner surrender, so probably pretty confused about why he was there. Once I took him outside, he was so happy and loved being in the fresh air. He’s available for adoption, if anyone is looking:)
A while back Josh and I met my dad for dinner at Maya del Sol, a Latin American restaurant in Oak Park. When I was growing up, my great aunt lived in Oak Park and we used to often visit her. We’d have lunch at a little pancake diner on the corner of Lake Street or we’d have dinner at Leona’s. I used to think Oak Park was so old school and glamorous, especially in her vintage apartment. Oak Park still has its charm and after doing some research, this restaurant is the place to be. Josh and I were on board, but my dad wasn’t convinced. That changed though as soon as the nachos arrived, and the enchiladas. I stuck with my usual rice and beans, but it didn’t disappoint. There wasn’t even a crumb left for Chick.
Last weekend, Josh and I stood in line (okay, just Josh) for the chance to get into a free early screening of Wes Anderson’s new movie, The Grand Budapest Hotel. Tickets were free, it was an early release of the movie (it won’t hit most movie theaters in Chicago until next weekend), and there was a Q&A session with Mr. Anderson himself (think: The Royal Tenenbaums) so the line was l.o.n.g.
Josh toughed it out in the cold for over two hours, I was in it for about thirty minutes. Woops. But in the end we were lucky and got seats. I wasn’t sure how I felt about the movie at first, but as it played on, it totally grew on me and I definitely recommend it! It was also my first time at the Music Box Theatre, and I can’t wait to go back. It’s one of those old-timey places that reminds me of The Tivoli, where we used to go way back in the day growing up.
(Image via Josh)
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