Ah…being at home on a weekday has a special feel. It’s as if all the world’s at work and you get to be at leisure. Hey, lucky me.
My neighborhood is pretty quiet. Ravenswood, they call it, God knows why. It’s on the northwest side of Chicago, once the home of German immigrants, now just in the midst of gentrification. A Starbucks has gone up just around the corner, down the street a new Crate and Barrel. Not that this was ever a poor neighborhood. It’s mostly family dwellings, working class once upon a time, two-flats and single-family houses.
Mine is a one-way street, and there aren’t many cars going by. I’m trying to concentrate on feeling bad, feeling panicked. The severance, my pay, and a couple days of vacation added up to only about $2,000. That seemed like a lot of money when I wa
