A Photo Adventure Through Chicago Gourmet

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Over the River and Through the Woods, to Starved Rock State Park We Go

As much as I love the never-ending energy of Chicago, the density has a way of getting claustrophobic. Especially in the winter. The thing I miss most about living out west, in Las Vegas, are the wide-open spaces, the beautiful mountains, the technicolor sunsets and the endless mini-roadtrip options. I haven’t done nearly enough road […]

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No Patch Beats a Pumpkin Patch

  As promised, my photogenic visit to the pumpkin patch. No, there was no naked pumpkin racing. No pumpkin kayaks, no shooting of pumpkins. But there were two giraffes. There were two Bengal tiger cubs. There was a pumpkin eating dinosaur and a maize maze and oh so much more. I’ve highlighted the experience on […]

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Chicago’s New Velodrome

A velodrome recently opened at 8615 S. Burley, on the far, far  South Side of Chicago on the grounds of the US Steel South Works Site, and judging from the response of residents, it’s already making a difference. “Have you seen our new velodrome?” one neighbor proudly yelled to us, from his yard, as we […]

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Storm Hits Roscoe Village

It rolled in within minutes, around 8:10 this morning, with gusting winds, streams of rain and claps of thunder. Cars were going the wrong way down Ravenswood (pictured above). It’s calmed down now, after about 40 minutes, but the thunder is still rolling. From lightening-struck trees to car-punched branches, here’s the ‘hood minutes after the […]

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Fourth of July in Winnemac Park

Last night, the best place in town for fireworks wasn’t Navy Pier. It wasn’t North Avenue Beach. It was Winnemac Park. I still taste the acrid flavor this morning. I can still smell it on my clothes. “Beirut,” my brother-in-law texted me a little after 8 p.m., from his Lincoln Square home near the park. “It […]

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