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On Wednesday our friend from
Indianapolis, Stephen, texted me and said that he was returning from Wisconsin
to Indianapolis. He told me that he'd like to drop by for a quick visit. I love
hanging out with Stephen, and I immediately told him, "Yes, drop on in,
we'd love to see you." He texted back that he was at the Mars Cheese Castle (A famous tourist attraction in
Wisconsin). I texted back to him the best way to get to our house. I gave
him our address, and told him to take Interstate 94, the Edens Expressway, to
the Peterson Avenue exit and then go east. We are only two and a half miles
from that exit. I then texted him that we'd see him in an hour, because that's
how long it takes to drive from the Mars Cheese Castle to our house. As soon
as I put the phone down I ran around the house and did the quickie clean up for
unexpected company. Quick dusting, dog toys in the dog toy basket, new hand
towel in the bathroom, and I picked up the tumbling dog hair from the floor
with my bare hands (Bad move. I sneezed
for an hour after that). Almost two hours after that text exchange, I got a
phone call from Stephen.
"I'm here. Which house is yours?"
I looked out the window.
"I don't see any car out
front."
"I had to park down the street. There were no
spots near your house."
Odd, I thought, there was
fifty feet of open curb in front of our house.
"Okay, I'm outside now.
I don't see you. Are you sure you are on our street?"
I repeated our address to
him.
"Yes, I'm a few houses down from you walking
towards your address."
"I'm standing in front
of our house. I don't see anybody walking on the sidewalk towards our house.
Are you absolutely sure you are on our street?"
"The GPS says that this is your street, that this
is your address. I trust the GPS completely. I'm in front of 5939 right
now."
"Well if you are, you
are a ghost."
Stephen continued walking,
apparently right through me, and got to the corner. As he walked there I asked
him, "Did you get off at the Peterson Avenue exit?"
"No, the GPS said to get off at Garfield
Boulevard. Okay, I'm at the corner. The sign says 60th Street..."
"Ahhhhh.... get out of
there! Right now, get back in your car and get the hell out of there!!!"
I could not stress enough how
dangerous it might be for a slightly built white guy from Indianapolis to be
walking through one of the most violent neighborhoods in Chicago. You see,
Stephen had put 'South' into his GPS instead of 'North'. Unfortunately, Chicago
is a very segregated city, and Stephen had been strolling through 'The Hood'.
"It looks like a very nice street. I don't think
it's dangerous."
"Seriously, I cannot be
any more serious. Get back in your car and get the hell out of there. Don't
stop to chat with anybody, don't make eye contact with anybody, just drive!!!"
When you hear about all the
shootings and gang violence in Chicago, that is where Stephen was. Up here,
where Mark and I live, it is peaceful. In fact the police refer to our little
neighborhood as "Mayberry".
I did check with Stephen in
the morning and he did make it back to Indianapolis. We made plans to get
together again in October because turning around and coming back up to the
north side would have got him home very late into the night. All I can say is,
do not turn on the goddamned GPS machine. It will kill you. And never, ever
doubt the instructions of a Chicago cabbie when it comes to directions.
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