The other day my sister and I somehow got on the subject of Chicago. I happen to love the city, and she called me a “Concrete Monkey.” I laughed and we went kept talking, but it got me thinking. It’s true really, I am.
Maybe it’s because I grew up in a pretty rural area where many people earned their living at the paper mill or a farm. I can still remember the awful smell of manure from a place my dad dubbed “Peeuw Acres.” I’ve never enjoyed spending time in the woods, hunting, hiking or any of the other activities one does when getting close to nature. I don’t like snakes, bugs or rodents of any kind. When I hear rustling in the bushes, there is no excitement as to what creature I may get to gaze upon, just a quick fear of what awful thing is going to jump out and try to bite me.
I far prefer the endless concrete sidewalks and streets of the city. I love standing on the sidewalk and looking up and down the street, seeing nothing but tall buildings. It makes me feel safer like the buildings cast a shadow of protection and the only thing I have to worry about jumping out at me are the degenerates of mankind. I still hate gridlocked traffic and the desperate race to find a parking space in the city, but would choose it to being waist deep in the swamp somewhere. Nature is great, in extreme contained moderation.
So there you have it folks… I am proud to be a Concrete Monkey.
Maybe it’s because I grew up in a pretty rural area where many people earned their living at the paper mill or a farm. I can still remember the awful smell of manure from a place my dad dubbed “Peeuw Acres.” I’ve never enjoyed spending time in the woods, hunting, hiking or any of the other activities one does when getting close to nature. I don’t like snakes, bugs or rodents of any kind. When I hear rustling in the bushes, there is no excitement as to what creature I may get to gaze upon, just a quick fear of what awful thing is going to jump out and try to bite me.
I far prefer the endless concrete sidewalks and streets of the city. I love standing on the sidewalk and looking up and down the street, seeing nothing but tall buildings. It makes me feel safer like the buildings cast a shadow of protection and the only thing I have to worry about jumping out at me are the degenerates of mankind. I still hate gridlocked traffic and the desperate race to find a parking space in the city, but would choose it to being waist deep in the swamp somewhere. Nature is great, in extreme contained moderation.
So there you have it folks… I am proud to be a Concrete Monkey.
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