Evanston: life in the treetops
Evanston: life in the treetops
One of the nicest things about this condo is that with exposure to the east, south, and west, it is light and cheerful. Sometimes in summer in late afternoon too light; but the sun has moved far enough south so that it no longer sets directly through our west windows. And soon I am following it to the other hemisphere.
I don’t think we are going to get the spectacular color we saw in New England. On several trees the leaves have simply turned brown and withered, but others, such as this one across the street, are becoming golden.
This is as close to winter as I am going to get this year.
I continue to read the biography of Hitler. One of the things I was seeking was the cause of his anti-Semitism; but it isn’t there. Curiously he feared that he was himself partly Jewish. His father was the illegitimate son of a cook, who was working for a Jewish family when he was born, and Hitler had his father’s paternity investigated inconclusively several times.
Repeatedly as I have been reading I have thought that sometimes what actually happens is so unlikely as to be unbelievable.
Evanston’s waterfront is very user friendly.
I took my now standard bicycle ride to Northwestern’s campus and back yesterday.
People were jogging, biking, sitting on benches in the sun, reading, walking dogs, a few working with laptops on picnic benches beside the lake or the fountain and its reflecting pool.
For forty years I have said I disliked the Midwest. There is something to be said for keeping an open mind.
Friday, October 6, 2006