I would have enjoyed walking the cavernous hallways of the Art Institute today as a break from the winter and an opportunity for visual and cultural recharging. I am going to have to plan a day or overnight trip to the windy city this year-it has been too long. I long to smell the musty and dusty smell of Central Camera on Wabash.
It has reached that time of the year during which myself, and many of my contemporaries are just fucking sick of winter and snow. Unfortunately for us, March, and to a lesser extent, April, are both winter months in the Northwoods.
“We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment