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Second Break-In on Logan Square Street in 31 Days

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Damn.  That makes two cars and two broken windows in our care and on our street in 31 days.  The first, on July 12th, was the missus’ sister’s, a late 90’s compact SUV that we car-sat while she was out of country.  The perp walked away with an in-dash CD player and we were left holding the guilt bag.  Tonight, it was her folks’ 3rd car, which we had borrowed to gain the freedom to leave the city on the weekends and the casualty was an original iPod shuffle.  Rarely used, the early millennium Toyota sat just a few hundred feet from our front door beside a turn of the century neoclassical church.

We were well-acquainted with the process and, largely because of my stubborn idea that an unreported crime is a nonexistent crime, we called the report in to the police.  More accurately, we simply emailed it in as I already had the 14th District’s Police Commander’s email addy from the last go-around.  After reading my note — an irritating one, I’m sure (I mentioned Broken Window Theory) — she graciously and promptly dispatched a squad car.

The point of this post isn’t really to critique the CPD or the Alderman’s response.  In an environment defined by political austerity and group-politik-pandering, I’m sure their hands are tied.  Of course CPD can’t rightly investigate property damage and theft in a city that boasts a homicide rate that bests Kabul’s.

One feels the prick of privilege in even broaching the discomfort caused by the inconvenience that accompanies this sort of thing.  People die in this city every day.  We lost a CD player and a $50 iPod and we’re left wary of parking on our own street but, otherwise, intact.  The audacity that’s rolled up in the willingness to break a window, in broad daylight, to glom on to a minor electronic device that black-market-retails for $10 sheds light on the desperation of our dispossessed.  How arbitrary is it that each of us exist as a relative have or have-not?  In many cases, it turns out to be a transitory standing.

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Union Station Stairs

Union Station Stairs

I’m really happy with this photo in a bridge-to-nowhere, stairs to existentialism sort of way.

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Cathedral of Jack

IMG_6604 by MarkedMatt23
IMG_6604, a photo by MarkedMatt23 on Flickr.

Jack Burton’s house?

Mrs. Frustrated and I stopped in to the Logan Square Farmer’s Market hosted at the old Congress Theater today and we were treated to this sublime lightscape.  Enjoy.

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