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:)