Another curious winter is passing. A chilly time when German Village appears to be peopled with ... well, people. One by one - seemingly capable of moving about on their own - they spend the winter months jogging, carrying recycled shopping bags, darting from shop to shop - a chunk of cheese or a fresh-baked bread in hand.
Leaving many to question: What happened to the canines that we thought ran this place?
And, what the heck happened to all the couples who romance the heck out of it?
Well, alas, spring is upon us. Today was a balmy 60-degrees and crowded. Schiller Park was overrun with couples so optimistic - with their brunch-filled bellies and cupcake-stocked bags - that they actually sat on the grass! (The toilet of at least half of GV's population).
And the dogs! Back from wherever they are sent in the winter. Giant poodles leaping into the air. Weimaraners galloping to and fro. Mutts careening toward deflated tennis balls.
It's downtown as it was meant to be. Pasty Midwesterners emerging from the dark winter. Heck, it's nearly time for sandals, shorts and sweaters. Who could deny us this glorious day?