My days as the writer-in-residence at the Hemingway House in Oak Park are drawing to a close, and so I decided to document my drive there. I have come to cherish my way to work as I came to think of it, driving through the northwestern neighborhoods of Chicago after dropping my sons off at their school on the far north side of the city. It was a part of Chicago I had not frequented before, nor am I likely to drive through there much once I’m not taking that route out to Oak Park anymore.
For some reason I loved passing this bungalow on a congested part of Cicero Avenue, perhaps because it is so quintessentially Chicago, typical for the working class bungalow belt, a single family home squeezed onto a tiny lot, relentless traffic kept at bay by a high fence, and then those awnings against the sun.
Your pictures triggered some memories for me, Annette.
I'm glad to hear that, Nancy!
Quite a variety on the commute. The marquee sign- a delusion of a Cubs fan?
Ha, yeah! You might be right about that!
No comment. 😉