Those longings....

So I awake...or stay awake rather. My sleep schedule has been flailing trying to find something to grab hold of, to no avail. After having a dental meltdown (spare details but it involves a frantic call to my mother whilst in the Jackson El stop, an emergency dental appointment, and a very scary tool called the "CAV-A-TRON!"). After working this summer (learning the value of a dollar(I am bitter now too) and realizing that without my mothers employer provided health insurance credit card I would be a wanted man, I have begun to long for the time when you could ask for 5 dollars to get lunch and that would get you lunch, dessert, and pop. The time when you were taken care of. When you didn't have to worry about bills? And after a night of late night blog posts from someone very close to my heart, they have sparked another desire in me. The desire for "THAT" time. The time when woman wanted to look like Jackie Kennedy. When they actually cared what they wore when they went into public. But women like that are a dying breed. Now girls go to class wearing a pair of Uggs, sweatpants, and a northface jacket, and feel that is acceptable attire for almost any occasion. And I find myself, for lack of a better word, disgusted. I digress though. So this longing has been awakened within. I want to go back to the time when Michigan Avenue represented something. When it stood for class, and sophistication, not your leased luxury SUV, your multi-million dollar MacMansion in the burbs, or (dare I say it) your brownstone in Lincoln Park. (I realize that in my most recent post I confessed to wanting this life, but one must understand there are those that possess class (hoping myself) and then there are those that do not. Who shop on Michigan Avenue just to say "Oh yes! I bought that at Burberry on Michigan.") One final thought, because I feel a rant a-comin'! I long for the single family homes of Chicago. They too are a dying breed. Where those children's foot prints on the wood floor tell volumes about the history of that home. But now the only thing on the floor is beer from last nights party. And that once beautiful home has been butchered into 6 identical apartments and possibly a depressing garden unit. What happened to history? What happened to decency? And what happened to class?