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.
One of the dangers of growing old is becoming a constant complainer. So with Thanksgiving approaching, I asked some friends in my age group what makes them thankful. I had to leave out grandchildren, because … duh.
I was walking to the Farmers Market on a recent beautiful Saturday when a man stopped me and asked if I knew where the Food Pantry was. I didn't know, but I guessed it was at First United Church so I directed him down the block. He was kind of scruffy.
This column is in response to Dan Haley's piece on the shifting, often dismal retail picture in the Scoville Block #1 building (Walker's, once upon a time) on the southeast corner of Oak Park and Lake.
I asked some of my friends to name their all-time favorite books and movies. The range was from the very, very romantic to the very, very serious. I'll skip around and try not to mix them up, but they're all worth a look or a read.
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."