Two things are likely to happen this week on the Oak Park block where I've come to work each morning for the past 30 years. Taken individually, each notable proposal could make sense. Put them together and they conflict.
Ten years into the century, 40-plus years after Oak Park first contemplated racial integration, we're about to find out how the experiment is going. The question, asked with trepidation and doubt, in the late 1960s was whether it was really possible to craft and nurture a racially diverse community.
Odds and ends with some a bit odder than others: Personal service: An interesting letter to parents from the principal at OPRF High School last week in the school newsletter. Nathaniel Rouse was recalling a point last fall when the school had an issue with a BB gun.
The food came mainly from the church — the small-town funeral way. Creamed corn. Barbecue chicken legs. Salads with peas. A ham, spiral sliced. It was set out nicely on the island in the kitchen of the suburban home.
Elizabeth Court ... The lighting in the entrance to the stadium at the high school that faces Lake Street. Lovely at night ... The Fourth of July fireworks ... The lead counter woman at Laury's Bakery on Madison Street. Talk about nice ...
This newspaper is 30 years old. We didn't do much to celebrate the milestone. Miserable, stinking recessions tend to concentrate the mind. Five years ago when we hit 25, we blew the wad. Put on a kids extravaganza in Scoville Park.