Twenty years ago, Mom moved us from St. Charles to Oakville. And now, Mom’s jumped ship and headed back out to St. Charles.
Despite the teary moments I had packing up the childhood home, it’s clear to see her complete and utter glee for her new ‘hood.
Growing up in a billboard ridden land, I’m used to reading billboards while driving along. And I was shocked to find some children actually live a childhood where they don’t know the lotto jackpot for the week or where Molly Brown’s fire stand will be so you can buy fireworks outside of your county as someone deemed them illegal.
When I came across A Love Letter For You, I loved it from the start. As someone who never drives, I’m constantly staring out the window when my nose isn’t in a book. Chicago doesn’t offer many reading options in the big city except for store fronts, their sales and other buses. Another reason why I love this project: it’s heavily based in community, which is a matter I’m personally invested in.
Here’s my favorite. And naturally, it got me thinking what I would submit. And also vaguely reminded me of that pathway on I-55 heading into the STL city (right around Afton I believe) that people used to rearrange cups in the fence to spell things out. Not nearly as advanced as this, but still effective.