The Hawk has Landed. Now Leave.
(photos by Lee Bey)
It was nearly ten degrees Sunday in Anchorage, Alaska. It was six degrees in Chicago--if you were lucky. I spent some time in the northwest suburbs and my normally generous car thermometer read three degrees. The wind was like razor blades running down the street with all the freedom of the bulls of Pamplona. Except running only made it worse.
(What's the Hawk? Ask the great Lou Rawls)
Yet the city shrugs off the cold. Chicago will be Chicago. No matter how cold it gets, people will shop, work, travel, gather and laugh. Only they will bundle up first.
Comments
Lee,
Next time you're in the northwest suburbs (the boonies out here), you know where to find me. Darn it, it gets kind of lonely out here. Yeah, there's all that nature stuff. But it's not enough for a city boy like me.
Posted by: marty | February 10, 2008 09:21 PM
Believe or not there are still people out there wearing shorts. Some of these idiots make the news.
And you are right, the wind does make it worse.
Posted by: didi | February 11, 2008 05:38 PM