Happy Birthday Chicago Guy ~

To celebrate your special day, I offer you this ...

your Greatest Hits ... of sorts ~

CHICAGO GUY IN SIXTY SECONDS

In the Night, When No One Else is Listening, I think about My Carbon Footprint in the Sand and Why Baseball Matters.  I think about That Glassy Eyed Girl that Tried to Kill Me Off.  I think her name was Mavis.  I met her at Hot Doug’s:  So Much More than a Hot Dog Place and believe me, she could make the Chicago Cardinal Scream.  She used to sing me Buddy Holly’s Last Song and once we snuck out late at night and Nailed Doubt to the Church House Door, if you know what I mean.  She had Real Power over me and I used to think that maybe she was Patti Blago’s Normal Sister.

Once we were on a road trip to Racine to see Mom At 80 and I heard that girl shouting, “You’re Not Gonna Die on Me Are You?”  But, Chicago Legend John Calloway Dies anyway.  He was my favorite journalist and was doing a piece on Management Consultants Investigating Nuns.  I met him once and he asked me, “Ever Met a Holy Person?”  I know that I probably won’t because I can’t stop asking myself, “Did I Vandalize My Church?”  Everytime I leave there all they say is, “Who Was That Guy?” anyway.  It will take A Radical Turn of the Cheek, not to mention A Radical Welcome before I ask, “When Did My Sins Get so Boring” at their alter call again.  I wonder, Would Giving Away Books Make News? there?

Could be worse I suppose.  At least I didn’t suffer Death By Olympics and I’m not The Anorexic Girl in the Window or People I See in Starbucks on Monday Morning.  I’m  busy Bringing The Federal Writer’s Project to Life because, seriously, Does Anybody Really Teach A Genius to Make Art?   I’ve got Dreams for Good Times Coming and I ain’t just Whistling Misty.

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Happy Birthday Friend :)

I hope this trip around the sun brings more joy and happiness than any other.

xoxo,

Ann