Hope Floats

Boats won’t be back to the harbors hugging Lake Michigan for a while. Chicago isn’t done with winter; or rather, winter isn’t done with Chicago. Diversey, Belmont and other harbors are deserted but not lonely. The empty slips and pokey water looks relieved, like the guest room post-guest.

I don’t miss the boats so much as I miss their names: “Fanta Sea,” “Flotation Device,” “Anything is Possible,” “Full Circle.” I imagine owners selected the just-right boat name with the care given to naming the newborn, naming the puppy. The NAME somehow IS the owner.

Based on boat names in Chicago, we’re a city of optimism and self-deprecation and a bit silly whoo-hoo! That sounds about right.

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About Mrs. Fitz

Hello! I'm Michele Fitzpatrick, a Chicago writer. Like our town, a work in progress. As a journalist, teacher and writing coach I think all of us live our stories and sharing them creates moments that remind us we're connected. And that is enough.
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