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The Oar

Posted on March 24, 2013

Once upon a time I helped Chicago recluse author Clive Javanski move some stuff into a storage room at a facility around Ashland and Armitage. And I found an oar. I was reminded of the oar after previewing the upcoming interview with “Two Girls and a Boat.” Clive let me keep the big wooden oar. It wasn’t his. Someone must have left it in the room, or little garage thing. I didn’t really have a need for it, but I wanted it. I would add it to the decor of my home. Then I kind of forgot about it after a move or two, and it ended up in my own storage – whether that meant the laundry room corner of my 3-flat, the…

Irish Week

Posted on March 11, 2013

Irish Week in Chicago usually begins with the South Side Irish Parade, which is the Sunday before St. Pat’s, and continues with various city-wide festivities leading up the the actual holiday. This year is extra special because St. Pat’s falls on a Sunday – so it’s a full seven days of revelry. I didn’t take many pics on what began as a rainy SSIP, but I have a few dodgy ones. I wish I had more pics of some of the women’s fashion I encountered and promise I will at the Irish Fest on Saturday up north at the Irish American Heritage Center. One thing I noticed was more women in kilts. Not the sleazy Tilted Kilts kilts (although they have their time and…

Animal Rapist Strikes Again

Posted on March 9, 2013

Animal stories were the big headlines for the two major news sites serving the Chicago suburb of Northwest Indiana. One was about the discovery of nesting eagles at a local lake. The other…the Indiana animal rapist strikes again. Serial rapist-murderer of animals, I guess you could call Mr. Michael Bessigano. This is a sick story I probably won’t keep on the site very long, but think others should know about. It hasn’t been reported widely, and its news I’m surprised has yet to make U.K.’s Daily Mail Online – which seems to thrive on this sort of thing. The gory details are in the stories – I’ll highlight a few here – but the main reason I’m intrigued by this disgust is the final…