Just imagine Beefcake, that thug, as Mayor, in charge of everything. It makes me determined to make certain that he doesn’t run so much as our strip mall.
He thinks he got me out of his way with his threats and roughness. Now his attention has moved on, away from me and my small business. He hopes to be the Dear Leader of 300 square miles of developed land that once had a population of over a million people, and that includes communities where the median income was a half-million dollars a year.
This, I assure you, will not happen.
Jill Riddell is a writer in Chicago. She teaches at the School of the Art Institute and has a weakness for nature, magic, and pennies abandoned in sidewalk cracks.