Andersonville is a historically Swedish neighborhood of Chicago, and is the site of the new McCarthy family homestead. The neighborhood’s center is a main street full of shops, restaurants and a museum or two, the homes have yards, the neighbors have dogs, and you can do almost anything and get almost anywhere by foot. If I had to live in a big city, this is how I’d want to do it. There is hardly a tall building to be seen, the lake is a short walk away, and the houses are close but not necessarily connected. I just loved it.
We walked the Sophie dog through the neighborhood.
We stopped in a rummage sale store in a converted building that used to be home to the Calo Theater.
We passed a church that was geographically confused.
We edited the grammar of Saturday morning’s blog post, which I wrote and uploaded from my phone (I’m not being rude, I’m editing).
And we walked the Sophie dog several more times. Here we are in an alley with some trash cans:
Perhaps my favorite part of exploring Andersonville was eating lunch at Ann Sather’s where they give you a fresh warm cinnamon roll as an appetizer. Unfortunately, I was too mesmerized by it to take a picture.
It rained and it poured on our first day in Chicago. As we drove through the city, Wrigley Field suddenly erupted from the low-lying buildings, bars and shops. With little else to do, we decided to tour the stadium.
We saw the field from different angles. The only angle I didn’t see was from the bleachers on top of the buildings surrounding the stadium. Ingenious.
We learned that outdated technology is used in the press box.
The Cubs’ club house was light years better than the locker room they provide for visiting teams.
At the end of the tour, we walked from the clubhouse out to the dugout through a door that had endured decades of rage from the foot of many an angry pitcher and hitless batter.
I couldn’t take many pictures outside because my lens was not a fan of the rainy weather.