Wonderful writing from Roger!
From “Finding Work When There Are No Jobs” An Aunt’s Day Story
Sometimes in the comforting grey late summer light that holds the Chicago Loop in a subdued humid hum of pure power; I can feel the presence of my grandfather, Frank J. Dowd. Gone since I was just a kid. A red faced, weary knowing smile, wisps of white hair, round and good to his grandson, suspender-popping Irishman.
Strolling down Randolph or LaSalle Street; his spirit sings in the summer grey shadows cast by the criss crossing of the massive steel and concrete pillars that hold firm and strong the el trains rumbling above as they endlessly circle downtown Chicago.
Feeling his presence; I wonder if heaven is anything like Chicago. And I imagine him leading quite the large and motley crew of a welcoming party for his youngest Mavis —who died several seasons ago, in the absolute frigid…
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