I know what you're up to, sidling up so nonchalant, like you don't care a whit, and should I happen to drop a potato chip or bread crust, you'd accept it, but only to keep the park free of litter. You don't fool me. Your nervous little dance betrays your desire.
Judging by their letters to the editor, Joe Wemhoff [Seeking fewer dissident Catholics, Viewpoints, July 6] and Virginia Seuffert [Orthodox Catholics produce more vocations, opposite page], seem to believe that if all Catholics were orthodox, the Church would be pure and perfect. It's just a matter of memorizing the doctrine and the rules, then strictly obeying. Simple. No mess.
According to a notice in Chicago Magazine recently, Seward Gunderson's home in Oak Park sold quickly and for close to its asking price. The home on the southwest corner of Jackson and Elmwood was the centerpiece of the S.T. Gunderson and Sons development, which extends from Madison to Harrison, covering the west side of Ridgeland, the east side of Gunderson and both sides of Elmwood.
We seem to live our lives in threes. Our days are divided into mornings, afternoons and evenings. Our stories have beginnings, middles and ends. Our weekends consist of Friday nights, Saturdays and Sundays. If you get three strikes, you're out. Even the Christian deity comprises Father, Son and Holy Spirit. Human beings, apparently, have a need for threes.
Now that Jassen Strokosch is safe (we don't really know about "sound"), the rest of us are left with a lot of relief and a whole lot of questions and reactions, judging by the comments flooding OakPark.com after we posted the update Friday evening.
It's been a good month or two for Ernie's image, rejuvenated by Woody Allen's hit film, Midnight in Paris, which elevates the Hemingway of 1920s Paris beyond his usual depiction as over-testosteroned, drunken buffoon. After being caricatured for decades, this was a refreshing change of pace. The film, if you're interested, continues its long run at the Lake Theatre, though it will likely be leaving soon.
I've never understood why Oak Parkers hold Ernest Hemingway at arms' length, but gradually, over the last 20 years, I have become a fan. What put me over the top was his memoir, A Moveable Feast, about his life among the Generation Perdue in 1920s Paris. If you saw Woody Allen's wonderful new film, Midnight in Paris, you got a taste of it. Judging by the film, Allen is more than a little familiar with Hemingway's Feast.
A century and a half after the start of the Civil War, the war continues — or else we're in the midst of another. This one is a slightly more "civil" Civil War. So far, we're not actually firing shots at one another (although one side is trying to arm everybody, which can't be a good sign).
When Dan Kill started working for Family Service and Mental Health Center of Oak Park-River Forest in 1974 as a "generic social worker," the village was tearing up Marion and Lake streets outside the offices at 101 N. Marion St. to make way for the pedestrian mall. Thirty-seven years later, as he prepares to depart the agency, now called Thrive Counseling Center, the village is tearing up the street again.
Catholic Church reform, health care reform, budget reform, TIF reform, Marion Street reform, online comment board reform — all are well and good and have their place, but when are we going to discuss something central to the core of our community character? Like, say, fountain reform.