My Irish lass

Yesterday, for obvious reasons, was green and white day in the Bunny room at Zozer’s school. Since the only green shirt she owns has candy canes and Christmas trees on it, we stopped at Target the other night and picked up a new t-shirt. The girl is 1/8 Irish, after all. It’s important she be properly attired for St. Patrick’s Day.

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Z-O-E in Chicago


We waited for brunch at a great spot called m.henry, and since it was nice, we sat outside on a small bench up against a window. And we talked, about this and that and everything under the sun, as we had been wont to do since I arrived. Our conversations were really just a continuation of our rambling e-mails. And as I we talked, I looked across the street at a variety of shops and let my mind wander photographically.

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Irish in Chicago

The thing about Chicago is, when someone says, “Hey, let’s dye the river green!” they actually do it. Not half-ass, not green-ish, not a tinge of green. They make that mofo green.

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