Monthly Archives: August 2020

Ask for Rose. The last line of many classified ads in the Chicago Daily Tribune from the 50s and 60s. Rose Podulka advertised for bartenders, waitresses, tenants, cigar girls, and piano players for her bar, the Rainbo Club. Rose’s grandson, Howie Japlon, remembers: I would pretty much have the run of the place and spentContinue reading “widow. alone. can’t handle.”

‌ When I was packing to move to my new place I threw away a lot of artwork. It was stuff I’d been lugging around for no discernible reason for decades. It felt good to be rid of it. But now, digging through my flatfile and sketchbooks, I see that there is still a lotContinue reading “Voices of Birds in Nature”

I’ve finally made it to Michigan Avenue. It ain’t the Art Institute but it’ll do for now. These ads went up a few days ago in the windows of the late, unlamented Artist’s Snackshop on the ground floor of the Fine Arts Building.  They’re promoting an eight week music series which starts Wednesday in theContinue reading “Night Music”