There is a knowingness to the man in this portrait, a sadness, not surprising given that it is a death painting, an image on wood that was placed at the [...]
This night Patrick T. Reardon “Worthy alone to know the time and hour” — Exsultet, Easter Vigil Just and right, ardent. Debt paid, blood washed. This [...]
Louis Sullivan and Daniel Burnham lived parallel lives. Both were born in the East and came to Chicago in their youth. Both were poor students and relatively aimless until they [...]
In the mid-1960s, Anne Keegan wore white gloves to apply for a job as a reporter at City News Bureau of Chicago. And she recalled riding the elevator to the [...]
Still By Patrick T. Reardon In Burger King, the Filipino singer is louder than the gold sparrows of Deuteronomy, Texas, as proud as the bearded eagles (technically hawks) of [...]
I drove down Cuyler Avenue the other day, and, as usual, I was reminded of Kiki Cuyler who played outfield for the Cubs from 1928 through 1935 during a 19-year [...]
The Gospel of John, the last written of the four canonic gospels, was composed by a poet who might easily be called a mystic. Was the poet also an anti-Semite? [...]
A penance of sparrows Patrick T. Reardon A penance of sparrows I offer to the flat steel sky, a humble exercise from the gladiator circle, a wind formula. The [...]
In 1830, Chicago was a speck of a settlement, with fewer than one hundred people at the edge of what was still a frontier wilderness. But that was about to [...]
Every thing on the earth Patrick T. Reardon The Angel that presided o’er my birth said, “Little creature, form’d of Joy & Mirth, Go love without the help [...]
