Won’t you be my walleye


The boarded-up storefront by the Logan Square El stop has become a marquee for all sorts of communications – mostly handbills about band concerts and gallery openings, but also lost pets, I Saw Yous, hey loser – take this skeevy job!, Compramos Oro.

And pasteups too.  This is the latest one, taken early this morning, with the sunlight shining down Milwaukee Avenue in a hard straight line.  Look at that face: huge, flat, harsh. Fitting for a Thursday that I wish was a Friday.

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