You have to read it to believe it. Consider it part of “The Young Martens” series. Which you can read here. Among other things, is it true the leader of a well-known band wrote a song in this particular stall? Is this tale going to be dodgy? Probably. In the meantime, here’s a photo Liffey took on the Chicago’s southside while on a bike jaunt waiting for a bridge to lower near Lake Michigan. Nice urban graffiti. Cheers! Will be up by Oct 10!
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Or “I Kissed a Girl at the Iron Ore Wall” I don’t know why it took me so long to get a bike again. I always rode a bike in middle school and high school. I had one in college for a while but I got drunk and ran into a wall while on it. My first French kiss came when I was on my bike. I was in junior high. It was in front of my house. It was night, and I just got done riding with my best friend and neighbor “Dutch” Andy. My older sister’s friend Carina was in front of our house smoking a cigarette. She was a junior or senior in high school. Very tall, very pretty, very intimidating.…
I took a bike ride along Chicago’s Lakefront Trail, starting at it’s end (or beginning) at the South Shore Cultural Center at 71st Street. The South Side. Little known beaches with people of all races and cultures, cool architecture and this:
A lonely piano at 63rd Street Beach.
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