Mary Kay O'Grady is a former high school English teacher and later owned her own public relations business, The O'Grady Group. She has lived in Oak Park for almost fifteen years. She is currently the chairperson of the Park District's Senior Advisory Committee. She thinks that the world would be a better place if everybody wore name tags, including her family. Thanks Barack and Michelle for all their support.
Five years ago when I started Aging Disgracefully — the lifestyle and the column — I bragged about getting rid of my car because I live close to the Green Line, renting Zipcars, and walking almost everywhere in town.
I met my friend over 25 years ago. She was blonde, dimpled, funny and canny. I'll call her D for dimples. I was new to school public relations and she was a veteran. At that time, working in public relations for school districts was unusual. It mostly involved setting up and publicizing school events, helping the reporters who covered the school district, working with parent groups, and writing and producing reports.
To have a "crush" on someone: when a person of either sex who attracts and holds your attention, who you'd go out of your way to read about in the paper, watch on TV or generally "be in their corner." First, my own.
How can somebody who has huddled indoors for two months be exhausted? I am. It's the stress shared by many my age. Is it too cold to go out? What if my car gets stuck? Will I fall? If I go out this afternoon, will it be freezing and snowy when I come home tonight? Should I plan to go to the theatre next week, or will it be zero and snowy? Exhausting.
I walked into the wonderful Apple service store on Lake and Oak Park. The fellow at the counter yelled out "What's going on?" Startled, I thought maybe I looked disheveled or worse. I even turned to look back out at the street to see if there was an accident. Silly me. He was just saying "hi."