What I did care about—what I do care about—is people, especially the ones lit up inside by a singular passion. Weird people, people possessed, people other people might term freaks. The pigeon lady could be a freak, I thought, and feeding pigeons could be the mission of her life.
Thousands have survived one pandemic winter, only to now face another, still waiting for shelters to have spaces for them, to hear their names called for a public housing unit.
Caught in a systemic cycle of incarceration, addiction, and homelessness, how do you make room for the possibility for hope?
Chicago’s “second lakefront,” aka Lower Wacker, is the latest target of Central Loop TIF money.