I'm sure this side-by-side placement was accidental.


This way we can remember where we parked.


Found this on the window ledge. Sadly, now no one will know who Monica is at XSport Fitness.


Found this at a Target store. Why doesn't Illinois have a little picture? That's racist!


Creepy doll head on a bicycle. What's with the doll/bike mods?


Blurry pic of a lost health insurance card. Two minutes after losing his card, Michael was struck by a car.


Another blurry pic. This time all the furniture from Salt & Pepper gets an airing out as the floors get cleaned.

Random Photos

Found some photos that somehow didn't make it to the ol' blog here. And some random stuff.


Hey, what's that note say?


Worst. Diary. Ever.


Made me laugh, but seems sensible.



Ironically enough, this car was parked across from an English as a Second Language School.



Not on Clark, but I was in Wisconsin and there was this weird sign at an indoor water park.



I'm not sure what the target demo for this sign is--


Remember, in Wrigleyville, the automatic fine for public urination is $500.

Nightmare on Clark Street

For the past few years, Halloween has fallen during the week, but that never stops our intrepid band of Clark Streeters. Friday and Saturday were Halloween (observed) on Clark Street.





The above is a storyboard from "The Birds". There's a terrific Hitchcock exhibit at the Block Museum. Straight down Clark Street, on the Northwestern Campus.


There were many "Dick in A Box" costumes. Stupid video, stupider costume.


Abandoned sweatband and kneepad. From a costume, I hope... and not a "working girl."


Actually, worse than the "Dick in a Box" costume.


At Philly's Best for their free wifi. The second from the top is "NoFatChicks". The bottom available wifi signal is "PoopFart." Stay Classy, Wrigleyville!


Another abandoned Dick in a Box.


Costumed partyers traverse Clark.


I wanted to take lots of photos, but I didn't want to be the creepy photographer on Clark. But I did take notes...

There were all kinds of sexy costumes on Clark. There was Sexy Strawberry Shortcake, Sexy Rainbow Brite, Sexy Christmas Elf, Sexy Cop, Sexy Cavewoman, Sexy Girlscouts, Sexy Little Bo Peep, about a dozen unrelated Sexy Referees... and my personal favorite, Sexy Chef.

Most disturbing? Sexy Ghostbuster. (I guess Venkman was right about the franchise rights.)


Happy Halloween, Clark Street.

Worst. Birthday Cake. Ever.

Over the weekend, the streetlamps on Clark (from Roscoe to Irving Park) didn't go on.

It was an eerie sight. Without the car lights the neighborhood would almost completely dark.


I found this card. What the Heck does it mean?! It's Greek to me!

Do Parking Enforcement Agents care about these notes? Even the hilarious ones?

Oh! Thanks!

Not So Much.

Days before the Big Game, fog settles onto Clark Street...


Borders on Clark & Diversey gets ready for the game...



Hours before the Game. 1pm- Day of the Game. An oddly calm and empty Clark Street.


What says "champion" better than balloons attached to a flag?


Areas are being divided into Zones. Part of a new on-line/phone payment system for parking meters.

Busy weekend. Clark Street: a Marathon Runs Through It.


The world's safest and most secure newspaper-box.


Lunch of Champions


The Chicago Parking Department is very optimistic.


Firehoses. For all sorts of emergencies, structural and unruly mobs.


Free ESPN "W" signs!


Fans arrive by the busload.


Bad News: The Cubs lose... but I did save a bundle on my car insurance!


Someone once told me that one never plans to be a bartender, you just end up as one. I think the principle holds for dive bars.


So much garbage that it knocked the picture on its side.


uh. This one too. Also. Thanks Q101 for helping to flood Clark Street with garbage.


*sigh.* All together now: "Next Year..."

Cubs Win! Cubs Win!
The Cubs win the NL Central for the first time since 2003 and all heck broke loose on Clark Street on Friday.


"We want everyone to celebrate but in a safe and orderly fashion." Lots of cops.


Forget about traveling near Clark & Addison.


"Brains.... braaaainnnns...."


Zombies are slow, GD it! Not that BS fast, virus things. Those aren't zombies.


So, basically, to celebrate, everyone stood in the street and shouted at each other.


"The people of Chicago are protected by two separate but equally important groups, those that watch the crowd and those who text their friends. These are their stories. Dund- dung!"


"Trixies, StripedShirts, Barleycorns, Oh My!"


Clark Street closed to street traffic from Sheffield to Waveland. The girls on the right are asking someone to take to a picture of them.



Eventually, around 11:15pm, the police start clearing the street. First, the trucks with sirens and lights go down Clark with a voice asking people to move to the sidewalks. Then mounted units (5 abreast) canter down Clark (I love that after 3 centuries Man is still using horses for crowd control. Eventually, I will invent the long-bow.) Then the Blue Line forms on both sides of the street and yells at people to move to the sidewalk.


Brody's (nee Twisted Spoke) celebrates in true Clark Street fashion.


What says sports celebration better than not-so subtle misogyny?



The big lights are street lights. The tiny lights are news copters. You could hear them hovering. With the roar of the crowd, the mass of people and the copters it was all surreal.

Kids, if the Cubs go further it will be insane!

You may have noticed a small difference in the photos. I have an iPhone and I'm using it for pictures now. I think I prefer the original camera. Remember, I would love for you to send me a pic! Send some Clark Street memories in!

Love, Kent.