Sometimes, early in the mornings when things are still quiet, Rogers Park seems like a town in the middle of the Wild West.
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I thought it might be a fun project to snap a photo and post a blurb each day for a year as way to keep in touch with family and friends who are far away. And as a way to stop and smell the roses as they say. Even though in Chicago,for much of the year,the roses are covered in ice and snow and are often peed on by dogs.
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- Oh no they didn't...
- Mushroom Lasagna
- I looked up and it was Sunday night
- Lazy blogger here. We'll catch up tomorrow.
- I walked by a man today, a van driver with a walki...
- Sometimes, early in the mornings when things are s...
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- Eat your meal BEFORE reading:
- Trivia
- This one is called "Dog Waits While the Woman Who ...
- Sunshine Cleaners
- Bright Idea
- Gilmore Girls
- Our Lady of the Underpass
- Scarves
- Two upstanding parents
- Flat Stanley
- Dog sitter
- Noah Variations
- Too Much to Drink
- New Mac
- Louie
- Somewhere in Chicago...
- Hold Time
- Tour of Kitchens
- Tore it up
- My next blog
- Gummy Bear Lab
- Sweet Nephew James
- Ah Lake Michigan. It's always doing amusing things...
- 8lbs. 9oz.
- Now that I have the internet and seven hours of sleep
- Troubles
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