It had been a wonderful week with the family in Chicago. My daughter had been before, but it was the first time her mother had ever gotten an opportunity to visit some of the world's finest museums.
On our final day, I thought it would be great to introduce both to the architecture of Frank Lloyd Wright, so we drove out to Oak Park, which is a vastly different community than it was 20 years ago. Those of you familiar with urban creep know what I'm talking about. Section 8 has allowed the 'hood to infest once-genteel neighborhoods and towns all over America and sadly, not even a pristine, historically all-American village like Oak Park is immune.
After a brief walking tour of one of the more historic sections of town, I wanted to share with them the experience of ice cream at one of the true landmark spots in Chicago, Petersen's, a little place I'd discovered back in the days when I used to get off the train at random spots and just wander after a week at Great Lakes.
While looking over the selection of treats, a young woman came in and requested a chocolate sample. The scooper pleasantly obliged her and then the strange woman turned to me and asked whether she could 'borrow' two dollars (why is it always two dollars??) to get some food, because she was hungry. She even rubbed her tummy to denote the hunger. K was in the washroom and Mojo was looking at ice cream, so no one else other than the scoopers and I saw what was going on. I looked her in the eye as I ignored her question and went on about my business.
But she did not leave. Instead she moved a bit, watched as we placed our order, then repositioned herself and with desperate eyes held out her hand to me. I then pulled $2 from my wallet and said, "I'm going to give you this, but then you have to leave. You can't be here." She shook her head in agreement, took the money, said a quick 'thank-you' and ran out.
By this point, K was back and then asked me what that was about, of course. So, I had to explain, while at the same time making sure that my daughter knew that charity had *nothing* to do with my desire to enjoy a family outing in peace so that we wouldn't have to deal with the begging from a girl wearing Air Jordans while I'm wearing a pair of discontinued Pumas that I got for $30 at the second-hand store.