Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Chicago, 1948

I know I know I know I know I know. "Where have you BEEN?!?"

I been around. (makes vague gesture).

I'll be back. (makes another vague gesture).

I caught a mouse in my kitchen last night, humane-like. I've done it before, so it's not as exciting as last time. Ho hum, yawn. Sure, I enjoy hearing the *thump* of the mouse falling and attaching the *thump* to a "yes! (fist pump) got him! The mouse looked so scared in the trash bin. I felt bad for it. But then I noticed the mouse poo and piss-splash it left on the stove. Screw him. No mercy for those who shit where I cook Ramen. Enjoy your new life dodging drunk kickball teams on the Winnemac Park baseball diamond.

Hey you Chicagophiles! These Traveltalk shorts about 1948 Chicago are too good not to share. Visions of recognizable monuments in an otherwise lost landscape. It seems the very 1940s sounding narrator James A. Fitzpatrick didn't read some of the copy prior to recording it, but that's part of the charm. There was much more Neon on Randolph Street in the 40s. I suppose there was much more urban neon everywhere in days gone by. I like the hushed bzzzzzsssst of a neon sign when there's no other noise around.