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.
While Downtown Oak Park labors to birth hundreds of condo and apartment dwellers, I try to figure out why some businesses do so well, some limp along for years and some never make it. So here's a hit-and-miss review:
If they can fit two pools in that space on Scoville Avenue, don't tell me the new creative thinkers in charge can't add a smaller warm-water pool to take advantage of all the other infrastructure that will be needed.
If I were Ms. Claus, I'd lavish gifts on everyone for Christmas, not just kids. I'd include all the guys who panhandle on Lake Street and the el, all the people who make minimum wage, all the soldiers who came home from war to find no jobs, and every homeowner who's up for foreclosure.
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."