Old school Dandelion friend Molly posted this on her FB page, gotta share. Loose, and lovely! People don’t think the streets can kick it lovely almost formal at times… really.
One note on the OPD car, those are some retro ominous police cars they rock. I got the chills seein them when i was out about a year ago. Kind of One Adam 12.
I have a sinking feeling coursing through my body right now. I feel blessed to be awake and somewhat full of life. I didn’t think much of the fire truck, ambulance, and three cop SUVs that were next door to my building this morning. I just figured, some Humboldt Park drama of some kind, no one seemed to be in a rush. But as I walked my dog by the building to go get a coffee, I realized that no one live in that building but hard working single mothers and their cute little kids. I wondered….. I walked, coffee’d up I chatted with my favorite little neighbor kids on the sidewalk in front of that building. There was only one Chicago Police Department SUV there now, the officers were still inside. The ambulance, was gone, the kids were playing with their little toy terrier as we talked. There was one adult out there, I had never seen her. She was very nice and really in love with my dog Poppy. We talked, for a little, the kids were all petting Poppy when the cutes of the all the kids says to me “did you know the police came to our house to wake my mom up? she wouldn’t wake up though”, little chubby cute boy says “because she’s dead”. The little girl is 5 or 6, the boy is only a couple years older than her. I look at the adult, and she nods to me. A nod that told me what the little girl said was so true. I choke my tears back, as this little one pets Poppy and asked me if she is gonna wake up. This is the most heart ripping thing I have been a part of in a long while. People, live and love. More love, more living. Meet your neighbors, her name was Nancy and she was sick. She didn’t seem sick, I didn’t know anything about her, other than she was a great mother, and a very friendly woman. She never pulled her kids back from Poppy like other people on the block do. So… Rest in Peace Nancy. I can hear the kids outside my window right now, playing, laughing even. They don’t seem to know the reality of this yet, well except for the little boy that called it like it was. I’m underpaid, not the happiest camper in the world, I miss my family and can’t believe I can’t just jump in a car to go see my mom right now, my shoulder hurts, the cubs suck, dead ends abound. But I tell you this. Life isn’t that bad.
But I have really been into taking photos of pieces of weaves. They have a beauty to them, all out of place and gross. Ground Hair indeed.
Smoque was in our systems, a movement was growing in us, a movement to not rush off into something. We aimlessly made it to the park, the one just north of Holstien, across the street from the pool. This was about a week ago, but the park and this woman’s laugh are still with me. There are many things still with me from that park. Her meandering accent and pretty blues for one. The distaste we both had for the doting mother of the two latino chubby kids. The wonder of what the deal was with the two teens and the toddler, the two girls zipping through the park on their bikes, one of which was between crying and anger, the soon to be art school rocker cool 10 year old who was cooler than beans in soak. The people who really did kind of resembled their dogs. Even the crazy laughing old man, alone on his bench, yuckin’ it up. All these things and more will stay with me a long time. And to think, it was just a pit stop before going to see a flick. Three hours later, we leave. I need some park time again, soon.
ripped from my friends FB page, but I had to pass this along.
Just couldn’t handle it. peace.
and i’m about 40, ok…. cool. I can rock that number. I have not really been behind many of my birthdays. but I”m pretty sure this one will be pretty dope. I’m talking release of doves and shit. Just walked around beautiful Humboldt Park, I just love this spot. One can forget they are in the city here. Bit of info for the day, I forgot the exact address, but I was walking down Sacramento, (outer sac) just south of Division, and I roll up on one of those Chicago Park District Historical signs. This one was in from of a really average gray stone building that was a former house of Jens Jensen. Cool! It read that he lived there while he was in the process of being a Chicago Park District street sweeper that was rising to the top of the Landscape Design dept . Nice story, and in my hood. He was one hell of a Danish designer. Thanks Jens.
The song playing in my dream as I woke this morning-Broken Arrow, Neil Young. Rock it.
