I really love where I live.
That feeling only heightens in the summer time.
Now you’ve heard me piss and moan about trash, my neighbors---both in and out of the association and crime.
And make no mistake all are important factors in the livability of a neighborhood.
But despite all of that, I thank my lucky stars that I actually live within a stone’s throw from the site of the 1893 Columbian Exposition.
The impact of the fair cannot only be read on the pages of The Devil In White City, but also in Jackson Park and it’s lagoons parked off of Lake Michigan.
And as one can expect, that park is teeming with wildlife.
At any given moment I can witness a hustler in the middle of Stony Island selling laundry bags and socks while traffic completely stops to let a family of geese cross.
The urban/suburban juxtaposition boggles the mind.
The fact that you can have an occasional drive by shooting and see a raccoon larger than a dog going through your trash can make for an interesting neighborhood balancing act.
Frankly I think the animals that live by our side are so used to us that they consider us the attraction.
They very well may think that they are living in an open air human habitat in a very large zoo.
Now that I’m the farmer in the ‘hood I get to see just how our wild four legged friends interact with urban gardens and golf balls.