I won't miss climbing two flights of stairs with 8 bags of groceries.
I will miss the guy who stands outside Walgreen's asking for bus money. He's been trying to get on the bus for about nine years now, poor guy.
I won't miss making a left turn onto Ashland from Division.
I will miss the Milwaukee Avenue shop that sells "Big Mama Sexy Panties".
I won't miss the Starbucks-drinking assholes who double-park all over Paulina, blocking the intersection.
I will miss the sweet Polish lady across the street who always compliments me on my hair and my "nice parking job".
I won't miss the racial tension, gentrification, sports dorks, or surly public transportation workers.
God help me, I will miss Richie Daley. Or at least his inadvertent witticisms.
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More to come.
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