There is no doubt how much I love living in Chicago; how much I love my home and my neighborhood. But when I have a little time off, there is something I love about going to my hometown to see my folks. I never viewed my tiny farming hometown as quaint until long after I left it for the bright lights of the big city. But it is. Growing up there in the 70s and 80s had its share of challenges for a non-sports-minded, tv-obsessed introvert, but what I think about the most is

My parents bought a Baptist Church when I was one to rehab it into our family home in the early 1970s. Growing up--upon hearing we lived in a former church--people always remarked about how blessed it must have been. How filled with angels it was. Kind of. Not. It didn't feel like anything more than my home. Aside from the three little hellions who's resided there (my sisters and I), we had another tenant: the Ghost of Remington House. I don’t remember when we first began r