Day 8 - separation

Western ave stretches through all of Chicago, at least all the Chicago I know. It exists there as a line, of possibility, of promise. It is a place where dreams come and go.

Just north of Lawrence in one block there is a dentist, a bank, a McD's (where the homeless are allowed to rest from the weather and constancy of walking), a soccer supply store, a Thai restaurant,

a Walgreens, a fancy dress shop, a Mexican restaurant, a bird emporium, a furniture store and a tire shop - that is one block of a street that stretches for about 30 miles north and south. From stem to stern of this great city.

I can look down that road and wonder for hours who   What   When    Why. 

The dreams are there both those fulfilled and those dashed but they each sparkle with life.

Here call is simply limited by my lack of imagination. Someone once thought with joy and a bit of panach "Yes that is exactly what I can do, I can make young girls dreams of beauty come true. I can sell them THE dress to capture that moment when youth meets maturity." They thought "Well why not a bird store in this neighborhood someone needs to sell to us lovers of song." They wondered "Well if I want to work from home and I am a dentist, I suppose I can see people on my first floor - then the kids can play in the back yard and I won't have such a long commute."

Imagine that someone is selling dresses, bird seed, health and fulfilling dreams. 

Call - listen - have faith - believe.