the happiest thing
the happiest thing is heading down to Lincoln square on a summer Thursday where the perfect cocktail of people and music is shaking strong, like tonight when Souled Slaves was playing in the summer music series. What a band!
Everyone was dancing — the guy who was directing the heat lightning, the old timer with the ZZTop beard, the babies, the moms, dads, couples and singles all colors and ages. The guy in the wheel chair was smiling. The teenyboppers in miniskirts and fishnets did a fast minuette, and the insects buzzed in time under the ginkgo trees.
What a beautiful thing when people can come together to enjoy each other and an evening of song and dance, and maybe even eat a brat and beer.
And I venture this gathering is happening in some form every night in the summer, in each of the neighborhoods that make this our city. Our Chicago.
On a summer's night we sing it's praises. I've told mine now you tell yours!
