Yippee! Another County Market is coming to town! As if we didn’t have enough of them already.
OK, so I’m happy for those kids in Campustown who don’t have a beemer to drive to Schnuck’s. There wasn’t a grocery within walking distance of my college campus either, so I know what a pain that is. But County Market? Can’t we do better?
This whole Burnham project is a joke. First, it is eating our tax dollars. I was willing to tolerate that in exchange for the beloved Trader Joe’s. But County Market, you are no Trader Joe’s.
More on this later — the computer just ate this post and I have a lot more to say on this topic.
Categories: Eating In · Shopping · The Business Section
There’s a house in my neighborhood that I walk by often. I call it the sad house.
There is little evidence that anyone lives there, the lone exceptions being the Oberweis dairy cooler outside the front stoop and the occasional light on — usually emanating from a lamp with a crooked lampshade in the room closest to the front door.
The gutters have weeds growing in them. A large dead branch from a tree that was blown off in a wind storm months or years ago sits hanging down to the ground. The paint is peeling and the shingle roof looks like it could cave in at any moment.
Someone must come to this house, although I’ve never seen as much as a car in the driveway. Someone must mow the weed-infested lawn. Whoever takes care of it is practially invisible, much like the individual who lives there.
Someday I’d like to see the sad house get a dose of happy.
Categories: In the Neighborhood
