Chicago Is My Kind of Town

Fast Eddie signed the journal in 2000 at Ed Debevic’s in Chicago

Ed Debevic’s is just about the coolest diner ever.  It is located at 640 North Wells Street in Chicago.  It is a diner, but not just any diner.  The waiters and waitresses are of the thespian nature, and will stand on the counter and dance, insult and shout at you, and just plain ignore you.  It’s their job to be rude to you and to entertain you.  It’s a lot of fun, and the food is delicious.

Photo Credit: So Very Vicki

Here is a review from Center Stage Chicago if you’d like to read more about this sassy diner.

Here is another review, from American Project.

So Fast Eddie was about to break from the stress of his new job, he slid into the pink plastic shiny booth and we started chatting.  Turns out standing on tables and dancing and shouting at customers is quite stressful.  Fast Eddie was one cool cat in my book.  Of course, I took out the journal (which is called The Chicago Journal), and what do you know — that is what he wrote.

This is the cover of The Leap Journal, also referred to as The Chicago Journal

The Leap Journal (The Chicago Journal) traveled from California where I was living at the time.  I call it the Leap Journal because I had no idea what my next move was going to be.  I was twenty-six, and had to make a decision.  I had been accepted into the Art Institute of Chicago’s writing program.  I was in Chicago to see if that is where I was supposed to go. I also was born and raised in Chicago, so the trip was a blast because I was able to see my childhood home.

I knocked on the door of my suburban home and asked the homeowners if I could go inside.  It was a strange feeling to see the home I grew up in, completely remodeled.  The flowers and gardens I remember so vividly were gone.

That’s me as a little one with my foot sticky out — always the observer — a writer in trainer, or perhaps always an outlier. Look at that garden — my parents were garden magicians.

The most delightful experience was seeing a red tulip that bloomed, still fragrant with the deep soil of memory.  I asked the owner permission if I could pick and place the petals in my journal.  They obliged. The hallway of my childhood home was much shorter than I imagined in my mind.  For some reason, the hallway in my mind was much longer.

I am gearing up to get my journal self-published, so stay tuned to the blog.  I am going to try Kickstarter.  Any tips for this process are welcome.  I am also going to use the funds raised from Kickstarter to build a website where people can sign the journal virtually.

Some of my favorite stops in Chicago were:

Lincoln Park Zoo (my mom always took us there — it was her favorite Chicago landmark)

Lincoln Park Zoo holds magical memories; my sister and I used to hold our faces smack right up to the glass and the polar bear would do flips for us. He (or she) was magic.

Riding the L

Sears Tower

Northern Trust Bank (my father was a security guard there and he always brought me home extra NTB newsletter blank paper to write on)

Navy Pier

Oak Street Beach

Buckingham Fountain

Photo Credit: http://www.aviewoncities.com/chicago

The Art Institute of Chicago Museum (oh I love the lions)

Click on the fountain photo to read about more great Chicago attractions, including Lincoln Park Zoo.

Chicago is a great city and I love the people.  You have to know a Chicagoan to truly understand what I am talking about.  Just enough honest to not be rude, but no sweet syrupy phoniness. How I love that city.  It’s my kind of town!

If you are interested in following my other blog, it is http://www.memomuse.wordpress.com where I write about cowboys, motherhood, creativity, writing, photography, gardening, and earthy-thinky stuff.  You can also follow me on Twitter: @memomuse1.

I have also just started a Twitter account (@600DavisSt) for my food memoir of my great grandmother’s iconic bakery — The Community Kitchen, which was located at 600 Davis Street in Evanston, Illinois.  My great grandmother, along with women from the Evanston Woman’s Club started it in 1918 during WWI as a food conservation project.   The women of the Evanston Woman’s Club canned 7,000 jars of fruits and vegetables from wartime gardens, donating half to charities and selling the other half — netting a profit of $250 for the Wartime Emergency Fund.   In 1918, these same women made homemade soups during the Spanish Influenza outbreak, delivering hot soups to families.  I come from a long line of Chicago women. And damn proud of it!

Thank you for stopping by.  Journal Your Journey

~ memomuse

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