Earlier this year, I put some vintage stationery letterhead to good use. And guess what? My letter was read at a Mapleton council meeting.

Earlier this year, I put some vintage stationery letterhead to good use. And guess what? My letter was read at a Mapleton council meeting.
I usually don’t acknowledge people who want to engage with me on Chicago’s North Michigan Avenue. Those who try are most often panhandlers, attractive college kids who want donations for causes, wannabe rappers hustling CDs, and religious types.
I made an exception recently for a proselytizer who stood silently and proffered a small card with the word TRUTH. When I walked over to the guy, all he did was smile and hand me the card.
That’s it.