Intellectually, I know that the earth thaws from the outside in, but my gut feeling tells me it works the other way. Even when the visible part of the city is frozen into hard cubes, I like to imagine that something alive is running through its core, keeping things moving until spring can take over. This week I began to think that this underground river flows along a specific route, from the Federal Correctional Institution at South Kipling and Quincy through a series of small banana belts, where twigs are budding early and the daffodils have decided to go for it, on up through town until it reaches North High School in... More >>>