Wednesday morning, Nov. 7, 2012 the inauguration speech
Tonight, more than 200 years after a without the woman who agreed to marry voice of a military spouse whose working former colony won the right to determine its own destiny, the task of perfecting our union moves forward. It moves forward because of you. It moves forward because you reaffirmed the spirit that has triumphed over war and depression, the spirit that has lifted this country from the depths of despair to the great heights of hope, the belief that while each of us will pursue our own individual dreams, we are an American family and we rise or fall together as one nation and as one people. Tonight, in this election, you, the American people, reminded us that while our road has been hard, while our journey has been long, we have picked ourselves up, we have fought our way back, and we know in our hearts that for the United States of America the best is yet to come. I want to thank every American who participated in this election. Whether you voted for the very first time or waited in line for a very long time. By the way, we have to fix that. Whether you pounded the pavement or picked up the phone. Whether you held an Obama sign or a Romney sign, you made your voice heard and you made a difference. I just spoke with Governor Romney and I congratulated him and Paul Ryan on a hard-fought campaign. We may have battled fiercely, but it’s only because we love this country deeply and we care so strongly about its future. From George to Lenore to their son Mitt, the Romney family has chosen to give back to America through public service and that is the legacy that we honor and applaud tonight. In the weeks ahead, I also look forward to sitting down with Governor Romney to talk about where we can work together to move this country forward. I want to thank my friend and partner of the last four years, America’s happy warrior, the best vice president anybody could ever hope for, Joe Biden. And I wouldn’t be the man I am today
me 20 years ago. Let me say this publicly: Michelle, I have never loved you more. I have never been prouder to watch the rest of America fall in love with you, too, as our nation’s first lady. Sasha and Malia, before our very eyes you’re growing up to become two strong, smart beautiful young women, just like your mom. And I’m so proud of you guys. But I will say that for now one dog’s probably enough. To the best campaign team and volunteers in the history of politics... The best. The best ever. Some of you were new this time around, and some of you have been at my side since the very beginning. But all of you are family. No matter what you do or where you go from here, you will carry the memory of the history we made together and you will have the life-long appreciation of a grateful president. Thank you for believing all the way, through every hill, through every valley. You lifted me up the whole way and I will always be grateful for everything that you’ve done and all the incredible work that you put in. I know that political campaigns can sometimes seem small, even silly. And that provides plenty of fodder for the cynics that tell us that politics is nothing more than a contest of egos or the domain of special interests. But if you ever get the chance to talk to folks who turned out at our rallies and crowded along a rope line in a high school gym, or saw folks working late in a campaign office in some tiny county far away from home, you’ll discover something else. You’ll hear the determination in the voice of a young field organizer who’s working his way through college and wants to make sure every child has that same opportunity. You’ll hear the pride in the voice of a volunteer who’s going door to door because her brother was finally hired when the local auto plant added another shift. You’ll hear the deep patriotism in the
the phones late at night to make sure that no one who fights for this country ever has to fight for a job or a roof over their head when they come home. That’s why we do this. That’s what politics can be. That’s why elections matter. It’s not small, it’s big. It’s important. Democracy in a nation of 300 million can be noisy and messy and complicated. We have our own opinions. Each of us has deeply held beliefs. And when we go through tough times, when we make big decisions as a country, it necessarily stirs passions, stirs up controversy. That won’t change after tonight, and it shouldn’t. These arguments we have are a mark of our liberty. We can never forget that as we speak people in distant nations are risking their lives right now just for a chance to argue about the issues that matter, the chance to cast their ballots like we did today. But despite all our differences, most of us share certain hopes for America’s future. We want our kids to grow up in a country where they have access to the best schools and the best teachers. A country that lives up to its legacy as the global leader in technology and discovery and innovation, with all the good jobs and new businesses that follow. We want our children to live in an America that isn’t burdened by debt, that isn’t weakened by inequality, that isn’t threatened by the destructive power of a warming planet. We want to pass on a country that’s safe and respected and admired around the world, a nation that is defended by the strongest military on earth and the best troops this -- this world has ever known. But also a country that moves with confidence beyond this time of war, to shape a peace that is built on the promise of freedom and dignity for every human being. We believe in a generous America, in a compassionate America, in a tolerant America, open to the dreams of an immigrant’s daughter who studies in our schools and pledges to our flag.
To the young boy on the south side of Chicago who sees a life beyond the nearest street corner. To the furniture worker’s child in North Carolina who wants to become a doctor or a scientist, an engineer or an entrepreneur, a diplomat or even a president -- that’s the future we hope for. That’s the vision we share. That’s where we need to go -- forward. That’s where we need to go. Now, we will disagree, sometimes fiercely, about how to get there. As it has for more than two centuries, progress will come in fits and starts. It’s not always a straight line. It’s not always a smooth path. By itself, the recognition that we have common hopes and dreams won’t end all the gridlock or solve all our problems or substitute for the painstaking work of building consensus and making the difficult compromises needed to move this country forward. But that common bond is where we must begin. Our economy is recovering. A decade of war is ending. A long campaign is now over. And whether I earned your vote or not, I have listened to you, I have learned from you, and you’ve made me a better president. And with your stories and your struggles, I return to the White House more determined and more inspired than ever about the work there is to do and the future that lies ahead. Tonight you voted for action, not politics as usual. You elected us to focus on your jobs, not ours. And in the coming weeks and months, I am looking forward to reaching out and working with leaders of both parties to meet the challenges we can only solve together. Reducing our deficit. Reforming our tax code. Fixing our immigration system. Freeing ourselves from foreign oil. We’ve got more work to do. But that doesn’t mean your work is done. The role of citizens in our Democracy does not end with your vote. America’s never been about what can be done for us. It’s about what can be done by us together through the hard and frustrating, but nec-
essary work of self-government. That’s the principle we were founded on. This country has more wealth than any nation, but that’s not what makes us rich. We have the most powerful military in history, but that’s not what makes us strong. Our university, our culture are all the envy of the world, but that’s not what keeps the world coming to our shores. What makes America exceptional are the bonds that hold together the most diverse nation on earth. The belief that our destiny is shared; that this country only works when we accept certain obligations to one another and to future generations. The freedom which so many Americans have fought for and died for come with responsibilities as well as rights. And among those are love and charity and duty and patriotism. That’s what makes America great. I am hopeful tonight because I’ve seen the spirit at work in America. I’ve seen it in the family business whose owners would rather cut their own pay than lay off their neighbors, and in the workers who would rather cut back their hours than see a friend lose a job. I’ve seen it in the soldiers who reenlist after losing a limb and in those SEALs who charged up the stairs into darkness and danger because they knew there was a buddy behind them watching their back. I’ve seen it on the shores of New Jersey and New York, where leaders from every party and level of government have swept aside their differences to help a community rebuild from the wreckage of a terrible storm. And I saw just the other day, in Mentor, Ohio, where a father told the story of his 8-year-old daughter, whose long battle with leukemia nearly cost their family everything had it not been for health care reform passing just a few months before the insurance company was about to stop paying for her care. I had an opportunity to not just talk to the father, but meet this incredible daughter of his. And when he spoke to the crowd listening to that father’s story, every parent
in that room had tears in their eyes, because we knew that little girl could be our own. And I know that every American wants her future to be just as bright. That’s who we are. That’s the country I’m so proud to lead as your president. And tonight, despite all the hardship we’ve been through, despite all the frustrations of Washington, I’ve never been more hopeful about our future. I have never been more hopeful about America. And I ask you to sustain that hope. I’m not talking about blind optimism, the kind of hope that just ignores the enormity of the tasks ahead or the roadblocks that stand in our path. I’m not talking about the wishful idealism that allows us to just sit on the sidelines or shirk from a fight. I have always believed that hope is that stubborn thing inside us that insists, despite all the evidence to the contrary, that something better awaits us so long as we have the courage to keep reaching, to keep working, to keep fighting. America, I believe we can build on the progress we’ve made and continue to fight for new jobs and new opportunity and new security for the middle class. I believe we can keep the promise of our founders, the idea that if you’re willing to work hard, it doesn’t matter who you are or where you come from or what you look like or where you love. It doesn’t matter whether you’re black or white or Hispanic or Asian or Native American or young or old or rich or poor, able, disabled, gay or straight, you can make it here in America if you’re willing to try. I believe we can seize this future together because we are not as divided as our politics suggests. We’re not as cynical as the pundits believe. We are greater than the sum of our individual ambitions, and we remain more than a collection of red states and blue states. We are and forever will be the United States of America. And together with your help and God’s grace we will continue our journey forward and remind the world just why it is that we live in the greatest nation on Earth. Thank you, America. God bless you. God bless these United States.
President BARRACK OBAMA
Time is never time at all. You can never ever leave without leaving a piece of youth. And our lives are forever changed. We will never be the same. The more you change the less you feel. Believe, believe in me, believe.
And the embers never fade in your city by the lake. The place where you were born. Believe, believe in me, believe. Believe in the resolute urgency of now. And if you believe theres not a chance tonight. Tonight, so bright. Tonight.
Believe that life can change. That youre not stuck in vain.
We’ll crucify the insincere tonight.
Were not the same, were different tonight.
We’ll make things right, we’ll feel it all tonight.
Tonight, so bright. Tonight.
We’ll find a way to offer up the night tonight.
And you know youre never sure.
The indescribable moments of your life tonight.
But you’re sure you could be right.
The impossible is possible tonight.
If you held yourself up to the light.
Believe in me as I believe in you, tonight.
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10. Dark, They Were, and Golden-eyed: This is one of
her attend a dance and act like she is having fun. The attraction to this particular story lies in Cecy’s ability to enchant, and her longing to be Bradbury’s delicately dreamy stories able to love a human. Full of hope about a father living on Mars who and longing and frailty, this is a wants to return to earth with his sweet story with dark undertones family. The characters transform in of possession and trickery. this tale, losing their fear and their memories and their human form this story uses as they slowly turn into Martians. This can easily be called a “green” humor in a way that demonstrates story today, as the characters forsake that what appears to be broken the human houses for the Martian does not necessarily need to be villas. What makes this tale so good fixed. No one in the large boarding house, including the Dandelion is that it promotes the idea that Wine protagonist Douglas, can ever man cannot control outer space – figure out exactly what it is they are that no matter how many rockets eating – but it is beyond delicious. the humans build or how many When Aunt Rose comes to visit, colonists they send into the stars, humans will be forced to adapt to she decides that it is up to her to the new environment instead of the ‘fix’ Grandmother’s disorganized kitchen ways. Everything plunges other way around. into unedible chaos until young Douglas makes a key decision which can only be described returns everything back to normal, as ‘spellbinding’. The reader follows and leaves Aunt Roses’ luggage a wisp of a spirit named Cecy as packed and left at the front door she drifts through the farmlands for her immediate departure. It is in search of love. Cecy is from a Bradbury’s use of language that magical family, and she is able to turns this into an extraordinary take over the living body of Ann, a work of literary art, demonstrating young farm girl. Cecy forces Ann to an amazing ability to say ‘they ate be kind to Tom, a boy whom Ann dinner’ in one thousand and one does not particularly like, making different and magical ways.
8. The Magical Kitchen:
9. The April Witch:
7. The Homecoming: a haunted house prepares for the joyful family reunion of an extended supernatural clan. Written in 1946 (62 years before Neil Gaiman’s The Graveyard Book) the story follows a young boy named Tim who has the distinction of being the only human in a large family of ghosts and vampires and magical entities. Tim just wants to fit in, and his family accepts him for what he is – mortal. Bradbury is a master of creating existential characters that push previous conceptions of ghouls and beasties into new territory; a true celebration of all things Halloween.
6. Season of Disbelief: This is not a story that warms the heart or leaves one satisfied. It is a cruel story, disavowing all that is good about memories and age and wisdom. Neighborhood children criticize and bully kindly old Mrs. Bentley into believing she was never young, never had a first name, and that all of her memories are lies. In today’s internet generation of throwaway media and reducing all communication to soundbytes, this
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story is particularly visionary and chilling.
blending of the words ‘science’ and ‘fiction’.
mistake which occurs on a prehistoric time travel hunting expedition can change the history of the entire world. The scope and sequence of the words and images This story has been a staple of middle school language are incomparable, and even though several movies have been made of arts programs for years, and For anyone who ever delighted in this story, none of them have done with good reason. Humans have Lovecraft’s tales of Older Than Old colonized the planet Venus, where it justice to the fear generated by the Gods, as well as those people who rains every day; the sun only comes written word. Begs to question believe in the Loch Ness Monster out for two hours every seven years. science and inventions and the idea and Krakens so big they could The story focuses on a classroom that this could really happen. pull an entire ship down into the of children that are anticipating depths of the world… this story this moment of sunshine. Margot, The best is a favorite. Imagine the loneliness a quiet child, is the only one who of the best. Bradbury imagines of a great sea monster, drawn out can remember ever having seen the a world of enormous flat screen of the darkest waters of the ocean sun before. She desperately misses TVs, interactive video game by the possibility of the voice of the sun, and cannot wait for the playing, the future generation of a contemporary, and then finding moment when the rain stops. The children indifferent to violence or out that it is not a friend, but a other students tease and bully her homicide, and smart houses 50 fog horn. A simple story, but full for her memories, and eventually years before it is ever invented. But of irony and dark subterranean lock her in a closet, thus causing her in a twist of futuristic fate, the possibilities. to miss the sunshine. Heartbreaking lions on the screens are not just and leaving no illusion to the images – they are real. A spoiled cruelties of children, the tale is brother and sister cannot tolerate rules or restrictions, and decide it Imagine loving a child one of Bradbury’s best examples is better to sacrifice their parents to so much that you would be willing of mankind excluding someone the lions on the video screens then to leave one dimension in order to because they are ‘different’. live within parameters. This story co-exist with the child in another is more horror then science fiction, dimension? The final sentences somehow implying that there is describing a reunited family of By far one of rationality in the irrational and no geometric shapes cavorting together the most singularly frightening of need for remorse when involved is brilliant. This story ranks #4 for all stories ever written, Bradbury with acts of murder. its blatant originality and perfect explores the idea that one tiny
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1. The Veldt:
4. Tomorrow’s Child:
2. The Sound of Thunder:
Don’t let anyone say that it’s just a game For I’ve seen other teams and it’s never the same When you’re born in Chicago you’re blessed and you’re healed The first time you walk into Wrigley Field Our heroes wear pinstripes Heroes in blue Give us the chance to feel like heroes too Forever we’ll win and if we should lose We know someday we’ll go all the way Yeah Someday we’ll go all the way We are one with the Cubs With the Cubs we’re in love Yeah, hold our head high as the underdogs We are not fair-weather but foul-weather fans We’re like brothers in arms in the streets and the stands There’s magic in the ivy and the old scoreboard The same one I stared at as a kid keeping score In a world full of greed, I could never want more Than someday we’ll go all the way
Yeah Someday we’ll go all the way And here’s to the men and the legends we’ve known Teaching us faith and giving us hope United we stand and united we’ll fall Down to our knees the day we win it all Ernie Banks said “Oh, let’s play two” Or did he mean 200 years In the same ball park Our diamond, our jewel The home of our joy and our tears Keeping traditions and wishes made new A place where our grandfathers, fathers they grew A spiritual feeling if I ever knew And if you ain’t been I am sorry for you And when the day comes with that last winning run And I’m crying and covered in beer I’ll look to the sky and know I was right To think someday we’ll go all the way Yeah Someday we’ll go all the way
From the street, Frank
The woodsy setting is
Wright’s Arizona home
Lloyd Wright’s home and
no mere backdrop for
and studio (not to be
Fallingwater, but rather
confused with Taliesin
may seem lacking his
an integral part of the
in Wisconsin), is well
characteristic style. But a
worth the detour from
Wright Home and Studio: Oak Park, Chicago
Fallingwater: Mill Run, Pennsylvania
Taliesin West: Scottsdale, Arizona
closer look reveals intricate cantilevered home seems
stylized details and and a
to defy gravity above
The “desert camp” uses
more dramatic sideview.
the flowing water. Just
natural elements that
Designed when he was
90 minutes outside of
blend into the surrounding
just 22, the architect
Pittsburgh, the 1936
Sonoran landscape, is a
worked and lived here
home is arguably the
striking example of the
for 20 years. In addition
most famous of Wright-
artist’s influence on organic
to the “Birthplace of
designed private residences architecture. Construction
Prairie style,” the Chicago
and can be experienced
began in 1927 and
neighborhood of Oak Park through a variety of tours. students who still come is also home to Wright’s
Also nearby is another
to learn surrounded by
famed Unity Temple.
Wright’s legacy in Taliesin
West’s theaters and working studios.
Like the bow of a ship,
In the middle of New
Closer to downtown
York City’s Museum
Chicago then Wright’s
home rises above the
Mile, the Guggenheim
Oak Park home and
surrounding hills. From
stands in stark contrast to
studio, the Robie House
the initial construction in
the surrounding classical
(1908–1910) is another
1911 up to the architect’s
institutions. The iconic
example of the “long and
death in 1959, the estate’s
swirling design is as much
low” Prairie style that
buildings were constantly
a part of the interior as
would become a hallmark
the exterior, and provides
of Wright’s career. Take a
new construction and
a striking setting for the
tour to get a closer look at
2011 marks the estate’s
modern art on display. As
the home’s small and large
centennial. Be sure to
one of Wright’s last major innovations, ranging from
explore beyond the
works, the building opened an intercom system to the
Taliesin: Spring Green, Wisconsin
Guggenheim Museum: New York, New York
grounds and choose a tour to the public in 1959,
Robie House: Chicago, Illinois
that includes the interiors, shortly after his death. which showcases Wright’s many influences, such as Japanese art.
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There’s blood in the streets it’s up to my ankles, Blood in the streets it’s up to my knee; Blood in the streets, the town of Chicago.
Indians scattered on dawn’s highway.
Blood on the rise, it’s following me.
Blood in the streets of the town of New Haven; Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice.
Just about the break of day. She came, then she drove away, Sunlight in her hair. Blood on the streets runs a river of sadness. Blood in the streets, it’s up to my thigh. The river runs down the legs of the city; The women are crying red rivers of weeping. She came in town and then she went away, S unlight in her hair.
Bleeding ghosts crowd the young childs fragile eggshell mind.
Blood in my love in the terrible summer; Bloody red sun of fantastic L.A. Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingers. Blood will be born in the birth of a nation; Blood is the rose of mysterious union. There’s blood in the streets it’s up to my ankles, Blood in the streets it’s up to my knee; Blood in the streets, the town of Chicago. Blood on the rise, it’s following me.
1. Ted Kacyznski Better known as the “Unabomber”,
4. Floyd Durr Convicted sex offender Floyd Durr
7. Laurie Dann On May 20, 1988, Laurie Dann shot
this tasty Chicago relic was born in
pleaded guilty to the murder of 11-year- six children in a school in Winnetka,
Chicago in 1942, where he immediately
old Ryan Harris, whose partially naked
leaving one dead, then took a family
was on track to become a great
body was found in August 1998 in an
hostage and shot a college student before
mathematician. He was accepted to
Englewood neighborhood backyard.
taking her own life.
Harvard at age 16, obtained a Ph.D. in
Before DNA evidence led to Durr, two
Mathematics from the University of
boys, ages 7 and 8, were accused of the
Michigan, and was an assistant professor crime, but charges were dropped. at Cal-Berkeley by the age of 25. He
Brian Dugan had already been
sent out 16 bombs to locations across the country, which initiated one of the costliest FBI investigations in history.
8. Brian Dugan
5. Kenneth Hansen Kenneth Hansen was convicted 1994
convicted of two murders when he confessed to the 1983 murder and rape of 10-year-old Jeanine Nicarico
for the cold case murders of Robert
in Naperville. Originally, three men
Peterson and John Schuessler, both 13,
were wrongly sent to death row for the
and 11-year-old Tony Schuessler, whose
murder, but last year, Dugan pleaded
bodies were found in Robinson Woods
guilty and was himself sentenced
convicted of murdering his brother,
near the Des Plaines River after the boys
George, in 1970. His name later
went to see a movie 1955. Hansen died
surfaced in several other criminal cases,
2. Silas Jayne Horse breeder Silas Jayne was
9. John Wayne Gacy
including the disappearance of candy heiress Helen Voorhees Brach.
3. David Maust David Maust pleaded guilty to killing Michael Dennis, 13; James Raganyi, 16; and Nick James, 19, and burying their bodies in his basement in Hammond, Ind. Maust was also convicted of killing a boy near Elgin in 1981, and killing a teenager while in the U.S. Army in Germany. Maust committed suicide in prison in January 2006.
6. Juan Luna, James Degorski On Jan. 8, 1993, seven people were shot and stabbed to death in a robbery that netted less than $2,000 at a Brown’s Chicken Restaurant in Palatine. Juan Luna (left) was convicted of the murders and sentenced to life in prison in 2007. His accomplice, James Degorski (right), was convicted two years later and also sentenced to life.
John Wayne Gacy was known for many years around his neighborhood as a Democratic precinct captain and a birthday party clown. But in December 1978, police discovered 29 bodies buried in a crawl space of his house and the surrounding yard in unincorporated Norwood Park Township. Another four bodies were found in the Des Plaines River.
10. Patty Columbo, 13. William Heirens 16. Al Capone William Heirens was convicted first Al Capone came to Chicago from Frank DeLuca of the 1945 slayings of Frances Brown, Brooklyn in 1919, and soon became Patty Columbo, 19 at the time, and her older 37-year-old lover, Frank DeLuca, broke into Columbo’s family home in Elk Grove Village and brutally murdered her mother, Mary, her father, Frank, and her brother, Michael, on May
32, and Josephine Ross, 43, then the
head of the Chicago mob, raking in
dismemberment of 6-year-old Suzanne
millions a year in both illegal and
Degnan the following year. Heirens has
legitimate industries. But the height
spent more than 62 years in prison and
of his infamy came in 1929, when
is eligible for parole, but it was denied
he ordered the St. Valentine’s Day
Massacre. Capone’s associates gunned
4, 1976. Thirteen-year-old Michael was
down seven people inside a warehouse at
stabbed 87 times. Columbo and DeLuca were sentenced to 200 to 300 years in prison.
2122 N. Clark St. in the Lincoln Park
14.Adolph Luetgert Adolph Luetgert was known as the
neighborhood – which was used by rival bootlegger George “Bugs” Moran.
“sausage king” of Chicago in the late
11. John Dillinger A string of bank robberies all over the Midwest in the 1930s led John Dillinger to be named Public Enemy No. 1. He was gunned down by FBI agents at the Biograph Theatre on Lincoln Avenue
19th century. But after his wife, Louise, disappeared in 1897, police discovered that he had murdered her and dissolved
17. Bart Ross Federal Judge Joan Lefkow discovered
her body in a vat of acid in his Diversey
the bodies of her husband and mother
Parkway factory. Chicago author Robert
murdered in her North Side home on
Loerzel documented the case in his
Feb. 28, 2005. Later, Bart Ross left a
book, Alchemy of Bones.
suicide note confessing the crimes and
shot himself in Wisconsin. Judge Lefkow had dismissed a civil rights lawsuit in
12. Richard Speck Richard Speck broke into a Southeast Side dormitory and killed eight student nurses on July 13, 1966. Three decades after the crime and even five years after his own death, Speck was still making headlines and drawing ire from
prosecutors and victims’ families who saw him mocking the justice system.
15. Leopold & Loeb In a quest to commit the “perfect
which Ross claimed doctors disfigured him when they treated his cancer
crime” as Nietzschean supermen, University of Chicago student Nathan Leopold (right) and his friend Richard Loeb kidnapped 14-year-old Bobby Franks and stabbed him to death with a
18. H.H. Holmes H.H. Holmes, known as America’s first serial killer, confessed to the murder
chisel on May 21, 1924. Storied defense of 27 people in the 1890s. He lured his attorney Clarence Darrow succeeded in
victims into a hotel he opened at 63rd
preventing them from being sent to
and Wallace streets for the 1893 World’s
I’m going to Chicago that’s the last place my baby stayed.
I’m going to St. Louis but my next stop just might be L.A.,that’s what I say.
I’m packing up my bags I’m gonna leave this town right away.
I got no money in my pocket so i’m going to have to hitch hike allthe way.
I’m gonna find that girl if I have to hitch hike around the world.
I’m gonna find that girl if i have to hitch hike around the world
“Chicago City” that’s what the sign on the freeway read.
C’mon hitch hike Hitch hike children
I’m gonna keep on going ‘til I get to that street’s called 6th andMain.
Hitch hike Hitch hike baby Hitch hike Hitch hike baby C’mon hitch hike Hitch hike children
I’ve gotta find that girl if i have to hitch hike around the world . C’mon hitch hike Hitch hike children Hitch hike Hitch hike baby Hitch hike Hitch hike baby C’mon hitch hike Hitch hike darling
Now c’mon c’mon hitch hike Hitch hike children Hitch hike Hitch hike darling C’mon hitch hike Hitch hike children Hitch hike hitch hike Hitch hike baby
A Clean, Well-Lighted Place
it was late and every one had left
on his saucer with his glass. The younger the cafe except an old man who sat in the waiter went over to him. shadow the leaves of the tree made against the electric light. In the day time the street “What do you want?” was dusty; but at night the dew settled the dust and the old man liked to sit late be- The old man looked at him. “Another brancause he was deaf and now at night it was dy,” he said. quiet and he felt the difference. The two waiters inside the cafe knew that the old “You’ll be drunk,” the waiter said. The old man was a little drunk, and while he was man looked at him. The waiter went away. a good client they knew that if he became too drunk he would leave without paying, “He’ll stay all night,” he said to his colleague. “I’m sleepy now. I never get into bed so they kept watch on him. before three o’clock. He should have killed “Last week he tried to commit suicide,” one himself last week.” waiter said. The waiter took the brandy bottle and another saucer from the counter inside the “Why?” cafe and marched out to the old man’s table. He put down the saucer and poured the “He was in despair.” glass full of brandy. “What about?” “You should have killed yourself last week,” he said to the deaf man. The old man mo“Nothing.” tioned with his finger. “How do you know it was nothing?” “A little more,” he said. The waiter poured “He has plenty of money.” on into the glass so that the brandy slopped over and ran down the stem into the top They sat together at a table that was close saucer of the pile. “Thank you,” the old against the wall near the door of the cafe man said. The waiter took the bottle back and looked at the terrace where the tables inside the cafe. He sat down at the table were all empty except where the old man with his colleague again. sat in the shadow of the leaves of the tree that moved slightly in the wind. A girl and “He’s drunk now,” he said. a soldier went by in the street. The street light shone on the brass number on his col- “He’s drunk every night.” lar. The girl wore no head covering and hur“What did he want to kill himself for?” ried beside him. “The guard will pick him up,” one waiter “How should I know.” said. “How did he do it?” “What does it matter if he gets what he’s “He hung himself with a rope.” after?” “He had better get off the street now. The “Who cut him down?” guard will get him. They went by five min“His niece.” utes ago.” The old man sitting in the shadow rapped “Why did they do it?”
“Fear for his soul.” “How much money has he got?” “He’s got plenty.” “He must be eighty years old.” “Anyway I should say he was eighty.” “I wish he would go home. I never get to bed before three o’clock. What kind of hour is that to go to bed?” “He stays up because he likes it.” “He’s lonely. I’m not lonely. I have a wife waiting in bed for me.” “He had a wife once too.” “A wife would be no good to him now.” “You can’t tell. He might be better with a wife.” “His niece looks after him. You said she cut him down.” “I know.” “I wouldn’t want to be that old. An old man is a nasty thing.” “Not always. This old man is clean. He drinks without spilling. Even now, drunk. Look at him.” “I don’t want to look at him. I wish he would go home. He has no regard for those who must work.” The old man looked from his glass across the square, then over at the waiters. “Another brandy,” he said, pointing to his glass. The waiter who was in a hurry came over. “Finished,” he said, speaking with that omission of syntax stupid people employ when talking to drunken people or foreigners. “No more tonight. Close now.”
“Another,” said the old man. “No. Finished.” The waiter wiped the edge of the table with a towel and shook his head. The old man stood up, slowly counted the saucers, took a leather coin purse from his pocket and paid for the drinks, leaving half a peseta tip. The waiter watched him go down the street, a very old man walking unsteadily but with dignity. “Why didn’t you let him stay and drink?” the unhurried waiter asked. They were putting up the shutters. “It is not half-past two.” “I want to go home to bed.” “What is an hour?” “More to me than to him.” “An hour is the same.” “You talk like an old man yourself. He can buy a bottle and drink at home.” “It’s not the same.”
was only that and light was all it needed and a certain cleanness and order. Some lived in it and never felt it but he knew it was all “Everything but work.” nada y pues nada y nada y pues nada. Our nada who art in nada, nada be thy name thy “You have everything I have.” kingdom nada thy will be nada in nada as “No. I have never had confidence and l’m it is in nada. Give us this nada our daily not young.” nada and nada us our nada as we nada our nadas and nada us not into nada but deliver “Come on. Stop talking nonsense and lock us from nada; pues nada. Hail nothing full up.” of nothing, nothing is with thee. He smiled and stood before a bar with a shining steam “I am of those who like to stay late at the pressure coffee machine. cafe,” the older waiter said. “With all those who do not want to go to bed. With all “What’s yours?” asked the barman. those who need a light for the night.” “Nada.” “I want to go home and into bed.” “Otro loco mas,” said the barman and “We are of two different kinds,” the old- turned away. er waiter said. He was now dressed to go home. “It is not only a question of youth “A little cup,” said the waiter. and confidence although those things are very beautiful. Each night I am reluctant The barman poured it for him. to close up because there may be some one “The light is very bright and pleasant but who needs the cafe.” the bar is unpolished,” the waiter said. “Hombre, there are bodegas open all night The barman looked at him but did not anlong.” swer. It was too late at night for conversa“You do not understand. This is a clean and tion. pleasant cafe. It is well lighted. The light is very good and also, now, there are shadows “You want another copita?” the barman asked. of the leaves.” “And what do you lack?”
“No, it is not,” agreed the waiter with a wife. He did not wish to be unjust. He was “Good night,” said the younger waiter. only in a hurry.
“And you? You have no fear of going home “Good night,” the other said. Turning off the electric light he continued the conversabefore your usual hour?” tion with himself. It is the light of course “Are you trying to insult me?” but it is necessary that the place be clean and light. “No, hombre, only to make a joke.” You do not want music. “No,” the waiter who was in a hurry said, rising from putting on the metal shutters. Certainly you do not want music. Nor can you stand before a bar with dignity although “I have confidence. I am all confidence.” that is all that is provided for these hours. What did he fear? It was not fear or dread. It “You have youth, confidence, and a job,” the was a nothing that he knew too well. It was older waiter said. “You have everything.” all a nothing and a man was nothing too. It
“No, thank you,” said the waiter and went out. He disliked bars and bodegas. A clean, well-lighted cafe was a very different thing. Now, without thinking further, he would go home to his room. He would lie in the bed and finally, with daylight, he would go to sleep. After all, he said to himself, it is probably only insomnia. Many must have it.
MY KIND OF TOWN
Now this could only happen to a guy like me.
Why I just grin like a clown; My kind of town.
And only happen in a town like this. So may I say to each of you most gratefully. As I throw each one of you a kiss: This is my kind of town.
Chicago is my kind of town. Chicago is my kind of razzmatazz And it has all that jazz, And each time I leave, Chicago is, Tuggin’ my sleeve, Chicago is,
Chicago is, My kind of town,Chicago is,
The Wrigley Building,Chicago is,
My kind of people, too; People who smile at you,
The Union Stockyards, Chicago is,
And each time I roam, Chicago is, Callin’ me home, Chicago is,
One town that won’t let you down; It’s my kind of town.
Published on Apr 16, 2013