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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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Whoa! Where the hell is there a DQ?! I've been looking everywhere and the closest one I can find is by The Music Box on Southport!
That neon sign is beckoning the rememberance of when you had to climb through the small window of the 66th Street DQ when you were locked out...I miss the good 'ole days!
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Erin, this one is in the distant land of Park Ridge, way out there on Devon.
And Jillian, I must admit that any time I so much as SMELL that sweet frozen dairy smell, I have flashbacks of one kind elderly couple hoisting me head first into the little window. Memories don't get more awesome than that.
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