I Believe in Neighborhood People and Not Polls Conducted By and For Pols Who Don't Care About People

Polls are conducted by 'scientists' - rather number crunching hired guns.

The Chicago Tribune conducted a poll that give Rahm Emanuel a 12 point lead over the winner of the April 7th 2015 Mayoral Election, Jesus "Chuy" Garcia.

Polls, are said to be random samplings taken from snatches of would be voters.

Okay.

If I conducted a random sampling of people with whom I come in contact with everyday, you see a diverse cross-section of Chicago demographics.

I start my day at Dunkin Donuts located near my house and operated by a gentleman from Morocco and staffed by a lovely couple from Bangladesh and a gorgeous graduate student from India. The manager lives on 103rd just west of Western Avenue in what most people call St. John Fisher parish.  The manager is Muslim. He is voting for Chuy.

The couple who work with Kareem live in Homer Glen and can not vote in the City election - they are Hindi

The young graduate student lives on Walden Drive in Beverly and is Muslim as well. She has not registered to vote.

Of the this random sampling of persons - Chuy Garcia has 100% of the vote.

Polls.

Now, let's talk people.  I work in Auburn Gresham at 79th & Sangamon in Chicago's 17th Ward.  Guess what?  Rahm's and Father Pfleger's hand-picked candidate of Alderman was beaten by David Moore.

David Moore was told to back Rahm, or else.  David Moore told the messengers to go pound sand, some other similar message. Looks like Alderman David Moore is an independent voice.  An African American Alderman in Ward 17 goes off the Pfleger P . . .Reservation.  Chuy?  I'd say so, but that is not very scientific.  I know the man who helped David Moore win the aldermanic and he is also instrumental in helping Chuy Garcia take the 5th Floor.

I live south of 103rd Street and west of Western Ave. and our homes are somewhat modest and match our incomes ( usually two incomes as Mom and Dad both work).  East of Western around 103rd Street sit pricier big bunglow's for families earning bigger incomes.

Of my neighbors, thick with public pensions and long association with the Chicago, Cook County and State Democratic Organizations there is great distrust of Rahm Emanuel and Governor Rauner.  Tough times and a tougher vote.  From chats with my 19th Ward neighbors ( firemen, cops, CPS teachers, skilled tradesmen, City, County and State office workers), we won't see a sea of red, white and blue Chuy signs on lawns, but we should see my precinct (23rd, 19th Ward) go for Chuy.  Raised ranch and Georgian dwellers, as well as modest apartment dwellers all.

West of the cemetaries sits Mount Greenwood and that will go overwhelmingly for Chuy.

The precinct immediately to the east of Western Avernue and hugging 103rd Street will go again for Rahm.

There are many families in that precinct with 'this close' ties to City, County and State Demographic power-that-be as well as some heavier than whale poop lobbyists living in the bungalows - like Rahm, or not, they will go with the current flow.

Like my Dunkin Donuts poll, very unscientific and all too human.  I see the 19th Ward, like the 17th Ward shifting away from Rahm.

In the end, Chuy will beat Rahm by a whisker, but whisker is all it takes, Rahm will need to do a Deb Mell to win.  That might fly in the 39th Ward of Blagostahn, but no way city wide.

The Tribune, the Big Cat money bags, the Progressives and the academics want Rahm on Five, they need Rahm on Five.  They can't handle the truth.

The truth is that Chicago is about to redeem itself from decades laissez fair civics and lazy-ass voting.

Basta Rahm!  Enough Rahm, Daley, Durbin, Mell, Quinn, Rauner, Marque Kirque Chicago!

Viva Chuy and Chicago might live again.

I Am Very Well Occupied - History and a Haircut.

America - "the image of democracy itself, with its inclinations, its character, its prejudices, and its passions." -Alexis de Tocqueville


I had a wonderful day yesterday. My prospect and grant research was interrupted by Leo Principal Phil Mesina.

Yesterday, Leo President Dan McGrath had arranged for a great photographer by the name of John Konstantaras was drop by at 10:30 A.M. and take some photos of Leo Men that will be used in our marketing and recruitment materials and for an Ad that will ride on the back of CTA buses.

One of the gents who volunteered for the photo shoot is a freshman from Canaryville's St. Gabriel's Parish - who had been sporting a modest Clay Matthews head of hair in homage to the great Green Bay Packer linebacker. Our young Matthewsis doing very well in the classroom and sports # 16 on the freshman roster -a linebacker and place kicker. The day before, Principal Mesina admonished our gentlemen to shave and get their hair trimmed. They are to be the collective face of Leo High School.



Uh, huh, As parents of teenage sons will attest.

At 8 AM in the midst of sealing the envelop destined for Chelmsford, MS and the Blanche Walsh Charitable Trust, Mr. Mesina asked if I would squire Leo's Fun Size Matthews to a master barber. John ( Giovani's in Mt. Greenwood)Cutrone's Barber Shop!

Off we went on a 19th Ward adventure. The lad, like most inner city youngsters, had never journeyed outside of his neighborhood or the Leo High School grounds.

'Whoa! This is a nice town!' young Clay exclaimed. This is Chicago, Bub, 19th Ward.

'For Real?'

Indeed. We turned off Western Ave. and headed west on 111th Street and talked about Chicago history.

'I like to study history, Civil War stuff is interesting.'

I explained that his neighborhood played a significant role in War for America's Soul. Camp Douglas was a prison for Confederate soldiers and it was over on Cottage Grove at 35th Street. The Illinois 23rd was comprised of mostly Irish from Bridgeport and the Illinois 24th was made up of German and Hungarian immigrants.

We passed Mount Olivet Cemetary and explained the historical importance of its being - Al Capone for a few decades, Father Maurice Dorney - who commanded the stockyards for 35 years, the respect of Samuel Gompers, Eugene Debs, Big Jim O'Leary the Gambler, President Teddy Roosevelt, and thousands of working men and woman now eased from history by lesser souls like Jane Addams, Michael Cassius McDonald -the original Godfather of crime and Democratic Machine Politics, the brothers of Gangster Spike O'Donnell, the victims of the Great Chicago Fire and the Stockyards Fire, soldiers from every American war and conflict from the Civil War to Afghanistan, Clan Na Gael's Monument to the Chicago Irish Civil War veterans who invaded Niagra, Canada in 1867 and were called by to Buffalo by General Grant.

John's was not yet open so I headed to the White Hen at Kedzie and bought the soon- to-be-sheared historian tough guy some grub and coffee'd up my own bad self and headed back to Mount Olivet.

For a half-hour the two of us strolled among the Mausoleums, Monuments and grave markers identifying the bones of Chicagoans who occupied their moments in history.

My charge ran ahead of me and picked up empty cans of Bud Light and tossed them into the green garbage cans only three feet from where they had been tossed by neighborhood goofs who no doubt had relatives resting near their beer party.

'My Mom taught me to respect the dead.'

Your Mom did a great job.

The tossed beer cans lay in front of the Mausoleum of Francis O'Neil - the County Cork born immigrant who worked as sailor, cowboy, lumberman and police man. Francis O'Neill became the Chief of Chicago Police during the violent labor battles in the Pullman and the Stockyard strikes of 1904. O'Neill, in his spare time, preserved Irish Music. The music of the Ireland remains because of Chief O'Neill who had every dirge, jig, reel, hornpipe, and polka transcribed by a musician from Lyon & Healy by hand, turned to print, bound and published out of his own pay as a policemen.

I told the Young Lion that 1904 on Mausoleum notes the time that O'Neill had the marker built in order to house his children, especially his beloved musician son. The Old Chief died in 1935, himself.



Some goofs tossed their empties at his family tomb. Thoughtless. A metaphor of this age. History is tossed away.


John Cutrone's shop ws open and we both got trimmed. We returned to Leo for the photos and it was obvious that Clay Matthews Lite had changed. He was no longer the Green Bay Packer - his classmates yowled 'Yo! Jutsin Bieber!'

My tough guy from the one hundred year old frame houses between Halsted and Stewart and 39th and 47th Street grinned at his antagonists and then back to me.

'Hey, I like it looks good.'

It will look better on the back of CTA buses.

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In April of 1866, a group of Fenians gathered at Campobello Island, New Brunswick, but withdrew in the face of the Canadian Militia, British warships, and American authorities. A month later, about 800 Fenians crossed the Niagara River into Canada, occupying Fort Erie and cutting telegraph lines. The Buffalo and Lake Huron railroads were also severed before the Fenians proceeded inland. Again, the Canadian Militia countered the attack.

In June, the Fenians drove the Canadians back at Ridgeway, Ontario, and suffered many casualties. At Fort Erie, they took on another Canadian Militia and forced them back. The main Canadian forces entered Fort Erie, but the Fenians had already escaped back across the border to the U.S., where they were given a hero's welcome. Later that same month, about 1000 Fenians crossed the Canadian border and occupied Pigeon Hill in Missisquoi County, Quebec. They plundered St. Armand and Frelighsburg, but retreated to the U.S. when the American authorities seized their supplies at St. Alban's.

Thus ended the Fenian invasion of Canada.

http://seducedbyhistory.blogspot.com/2011/05/irish-invade-canada.html

The Feast of Corpus Christi - The Body of Christ

I had a perfectly lovely day with Miss Terry Sullivan. Together, we searched for hardware to fix her blinds and picked up another useful household item at Sears on 111th Street in Worth. One of the parts needed could only be found at Mount Greenwood True Value and so we hooked around back east.

After, finding the requiste blind fitting, we light- lunched at a new restaurant Joseph's* on 111th Street, The soup, salad and red pepper Italian sausage with garlic flecked bread was just the ticket.

I took a long stroll through Mount Olivet Cemetery** with the lady I love yesterday afternoon. Mount Olivet is a history lesson on the south side. It is one of the oldest Catholic burial sites in Chicago.

Mount Olivet brings together families and history. It contains the tombs of Chicago giants, like Monsignor Maurice Dorney, the King of the Chicago Stockyards; Michael Cassius McDonald, the founder of not only Chicago organized crime, but as historian Richard Lindberg reminds us, the Cook County Democratic Organization; the victims of the Chicago Fire and numerous Lake Michigan sailing wrecks, the bodies of strikers who fought for the eight hour day in Pullman and the Stockyard Strikes of 1904, 1912 and 1919; Captain Francis O'Neill, the Chicago Police Superintendent who meticulously preserved centuries of Irish music. There are gangsters and Carmelites buried close to one another, but the striking feature for me is the litany of familiar south side Chicago family names - Stanton, Parker, Sheehan, O'Donnell, Bransfield, Enright, Blakey, McAullife, McGrath, Dowling, Brackin, Nash, Burke, Cullen, Ahern, Capriotti, McNamara, Capangna, Casto, Gurgone, Pilon, Gately, Foster, Arneberg, Jennings, Donahue, Moriarty, Testa, Angone, Antonelli, Morganelli, . . . at one time Capone.

They are all brought together - living and the buried - at Mount Olivet,on sacred ground and our precious history. There are rolling hills and trees. Mount Olivet is a great meditation.

Today, is the Feast of Corpus Christi - The Body of Christ. We celebrate the union of God and Man in the sacrifice of Jesus Christ on Calvary and especially in the transformation, consecration and communion of His Body and Blood in the Mass.
John 6: 51 - 58

I am the living bread which came down from heaven; if any one eats of this bread, he will live for ever; and the bread which I shall give for the life of the world is my flesh."
The Jews then disputed among themselves, saying, "How can this man give us his flesh to eat?"
So Jesus said to them, "Truly, truly, I say to you, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of man and drink his blood, you have no life in you;
he who eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise him up at the last day.
For my flesh is food indeed, and my blood is drink indeed. He who eats my flesh and drinks my blood abides in me, and I in him.
As the living Father sent me, and I live because of the Father, so he who eats me will live because of me.
This is the bread which came down from heaven, not such as the fathers ate and died; he who eats this bread will live for ever."

There is much to remind us of others. I generally need a whack with a two by four between the eyes to snap me out of my contemplation of my navel. A stroll with one I love through Mount Olivet had a much more salubrious effect.

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Joseph's Restaurant and Bar
3123 W. 111th Street, Chicago, IL 60655
Google Map
(773) 445-5637

Phone : (773) 445-5637
Email : josephsrestaurantchicago@gmail.com

We are located on 111th street just east of Kedzie Avenue in Chicago - Mount Greenwood, IL

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Mount Olivet Cemetery, 2901 West 111th Street
Opened 1885

Mount Olivet Cemetery was the first Catholic diocesan cemetery to serve Chicago’s southland. Established in 1885, the burial ground is one of the city’s most picturesque and was once located outside of the city limits. Catholics in Chicago were immigrants, and not surprisingly, city cemeteries reflect ethnicity. While there were German and Polish National cemeteries, the Irish tended to be buried in diocesan cemeteries. Mount Olivet Cemetery buried mainly Irish, reflected in its family plots and monuments of Celtic crosses and Irish names. Not surprisingly, a statue of St. Patrick is found amongst the graves.

Irish Nationalists of Chicago Obelisk at Mount Olivet Cemetery

Dedicated September 30, 1888

Rising 81 feet above Mount Olivet Cemetery is the first monument in America erected by the Irish Nationalists Society. In 1888, this Egyptian obelisk of Barry gray granite features a seven foot pedestal. At each angle are four Corinthian columns. The obelisk was erected in honor of those Irish patriot heroes who died in Chicago, yet had no family in their new country.

The face of the monument reads:

“Erected August 20, 1888 to the memory of departed brethren. God Save Ireland.”