I was thinking about Senator Medill McCormick who was the subject of today's vintage photo. One of the bios I posted mentions McCormick's history of alcoholism, depression and his treatment by Carl Jung. Even today, the revelation that a politician suffered from depression and was once in psychotherapy could be a career killer. But, as the last White House administration proves, a history of alcoholism doesn't seem to be a career impediment. I guess drunkenness is more pardonable than self-exploration.
At the gym yesterday, I overheard two teenage boys discussing prison--a do this, but don't do that when you're in prison kind of discussion. They hadn't been to prison yet, but it sounded to me like they both expected to go to prison some day. They were urban black males. Prison must be less of a deterrent to crime when you think that going to jail is normal.
Our gym is a gathering place for people from every imaginable background--from the poor to the moderately well to do and from cops to cons. The gym is situated in what is one of the most racially and ethnically diverse neighborhood in America. In a relatively small area, Pakistanis and Indians live side by side, peacefully, next to Orthodox Jews, Eastern European immigrants, working class white Americans, African Americans, Haitians, Africans, Hispanics and I'm leaving many out. Anyone in Chicago probably knows immediately that I'm talking about Rogers Park, the northernmost neighborhood in Chicago.
Just Plain Strange
A high school friend sent me a link to a story about another high school friend who will be one of the last men to be featured in the soon to be defunct print version of Playgirl Magazine. He's not someone I've kept in touch with, but wow, lives do follow different paths.
It's a gorgeous day here and I have obligations and desires calling me away from the keyboard, so that's about it, folks.