Life on a Chicago block

Friday evening, I walked down the main road of a Chicago neighborhood. Within one block, I passed a group of rowdy smokers standing outside a dive bar, two parents contentedly walking their children past the group of rowdy smokers, three bikers, one dog-walker, two girls in jeans and heels – clearly dolled up for the night – and an elderly man buying an ice cream cone for a young boy.

As for me, I was meeting my boyfriend (who was also riding a bike) for dinner on a street patio, amongst the now bright green trees of Bucktown.

I’m going to chalk this up to an impressive characteristic of Chicago. To have so many different ages, missions and ensembles of life on one side of one city block in the third largest city in America is something to be proud of.