March 12, 2019: North Side Girl

She was a north side girl.  Someone with the same born and raised credentials as me; it’s only fitting.  Someone who loves the city, just like me.  Yeah, she’d probably rather be in that warm weather wearing sandals year round, but who is appreciative of the seasons like me, even if one of the reasons is that the true 4 seasons is a sign of a normal climate for Chicagoans, which makes her worry less about global warming and everything else that could negatively impact the environment.  Yeah, that shit is real, don’t care what anybody says.  So after our crash landing, there were others too, even though I didn’t want to hear about that.  Yeah, and she left the city she loved too, but I eventually followed her, and brought her back to the north side… that was the least I could do… live on her side of town… as long as we were in my town…

She said where she grew up was kind of hood back in the day.  I was like, OK.  I grew up in the Heart of Chicago… yeah, literally the Heart; that surely wasn’t Beverly Hills.  Surely her neighborhood wasn’t like mine.  I guess it sort of was.  Way back before Lakeview became Wrigleyville, it was a rough neighborhood, believe it or not.  But the fact that this girl grew up close enough to Wrigley Field that she could hear Harry sing… close enough to Wrigley Field and the Cubs… my team, although she did not like them.  Yeah, how cool is that?  Well, probably not as cool as finding out when we met each other for the first time that we had been riding the same train to work, the blue line before it was the pink line, everyday to work.  Small world?  Well, at that point she had moved closer to my hood, away from the north side to meet me.  Meant to be?

Our story is a long one… a long and winding road if you may; the scenic route maybe?  But there is no one that I would rather ride this road with than her.  Everything is better with her; Ok, maybe not everything, but most things.  She has helped me grow in so many ways, in areas where I never wanted to grow; areas that I still like to return to today from time to time.  Time to time is OK.  She has made me a stronger person in her own special way.  She is special period; there is much to like about her… I guess that’s why I married her.

And no, I won’t keep this up for much longer, because it would be long… our story…  in fact, even one that we could take back to the West Coast for that script…. haha, most people probably feel like they could make a movie from their lives.  Some actually do it, and some aren’t so bad.  I wanted to write more.  I wanted to keep catching up; I’ll pick this up another time… but glad I got to this point.

It’s 3/12 for God’s sake… or 312 if you may.  And if you know, 312 is Chicago; it’s the main area code in Chicago.  And who was born on this day?  Yep, it would only be right for this guy from the Heart of Chicago to have a 312 Chicago girl.  Happy Birthday Babe!