When you hitch your hopes for economic development almost entirely to fancy brick streets, light bulbs hanging over the street and "water features," then you better get some payback from property owners in the form of new retail tenants, the activity they create and the sales taxes they generate.
Two or three minutes from now, depending how fast you read, you'll be glad this column maxes out at 550 words – 600 if I push the designers. Because you see this column is all about us. And the editorial prizes we just won. By implication it is about just how great we are at this end of the pencil. But by using a metaphor — or maybe its called a simile, or foreshadowing — I'm going to try and convince you that by reading this really outstanding newspaper every week, it reflects well on you and that you, in fact, are the greatest.
I tuned into last week's Oak Park village board meeting out of sheer perverseness. Wanted to see how the board would extricate itself from the "Let's Kill the Pigeons" straightjacket the public health board had wrapped village trustees in.
As finals week wraps up at Oak Park and River Forest High School, I have come to the end of year two of dropping our daughter off at the high school. This is a situation I never thought to have found myself in. After all we live less than a mile from the school and when I was a boy, etc., etc.
Anyone want to read about pensions? Didn't think so. It is one of those things that makes you kind of queasy. Foreclosures. That's another one. You know they're out there. Maybe on your own block. But you can't fix them. So you just wait for them to do you collateral damage.
Jeanette Fields, for more than two decades the architecture columnist for Wednesday Journal, was interviewed recently by Matt Baron and VOP6 TV as she was one of 60 local seniors honored during Celebrating Seniors Week.
I am sitting here enraged by news that Whiteco, the Merrillville, Indiana-based company, is attempting to sell Whiteco, the butt-ugly apartment building on Harlem Avenue. At least I'm trying hard to be enraged. It feels like I should be. Enraged. Furious. Really mad. Certainly decidedly annoyed.
In my calendar at work I have a yellow sheet from a small legal pad clipped in the back. On it, in my mom's handwriting, are all the family birthdays, wedding anniversaries and a few other notable Haley milestones. She wrote it all down, at my request, after I had, once again, missed one of my siblings' big days.
Back in March of 2000, Gary Balling had just been hired, but hadn't yet started as executive director of Oak Park's park district. He wrote a letter to his future staff and attached it to a short questionnaire asking them to describe the highs and the lows of their experience on the job.