We're in Chicago/Oak Park, Illinois visiting a long time friend (we were roommates in Peace Corps training over 50 years ago) and J's brother who we haven't seen since well before the pandemic. We arrived Wednesday evening, on a cloudy night. My internal compass wasn't working. The next day the clouds were low and leaking. I just couldn't sense north or south, east or west.
Then this morning I pulled up the shades.
Blue sky and sunshine! When we went out I was able to figure out directions much easier knowing my shadow was generally toward the north.We went off for a walk which gave me a chance to take some pictures of a few houses and other objects that caught my eye. I'd note, for people who don't know anything about Oak Park, it's the town where Frank Lloyd Wright lived and had his studio. There are a number of his houses and other structures in Oak Park.
This is a WW I monument in the park next to the public library. Monuments like this one glorify war by suggesting all who fought in the war were heroes. They give young boys and men the idea that fighting for your country is noble and makes you a hero. There are times when that is true. I think those fighting in Ukraine now to keep Ukraine free from Russian conquest are noble.
But far too many wars are fought to protect business interests or access to raw materials in other countries. The only people who always benefit from war are arms dealers - whether guns, tanks, planes, and the people who supply all the needs of soldiers. Those folks don't worry about the people - civilians and soldiers - killed or wounded or psychologically damaged. They don't even care about the destruction that war causes. In fact, they may even get contracts to reconstruct the cities their products destroyed.
Kids around the United States and other parts of the world tend to see a lot more statues honoring the military and war than statues that treat doctors, teachers, artists, or scientists as role models whose paths are worthy of following.
The sun was nice today, but the temperature never got more than mid-30s, The wind today was not much more than a breeze. Also got to do some surrogate cramping today as we picked up my friends' granddaughter from pre-school and wandered around through parks and neighborhoods until her mom got home. She decided she was going to eat my knee and so I said I'd eat her ear. Five yer old ears are the tastiest I said. And she responded without a pause - I'm four. (She's five.) We did have fun.
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