I will never write a thrift store guide for Chicago. I don’t want people to know where to go to get amazing second-hand clothing, so don’t ask… I am too selfish, and finding lovely clothing for less than 3 dollars is one of the few joys in my life.
On my most recent trip, to a store I rarely frequent, I discovered a plastic toy that plugs to your cars back windshield:
My journey begins at 4am, when I step outside to catch the Lawrence Bus. The quietness of the city was new and I instantly imagine myself embarking on an adventure. Two fellows the police could easily typecast as up-to-no-good are the only people out. The streets were so still, the water main over on Damen and Lawrence is deafening. After transferring to another bus, I meet a fellow extra on her way to the United Center.