Room With A View

THE BUFFALOES are gone.
And those who saw the buffaloes are gone.
Those who saw the buffaloes by thousands and how they pawed the prairie sod into dust with their hoofs, their great heads down pawing on in a great pageant of dusk,
Those who saw the buffaloes are gone.
And the buffaloes are gone.

I used to live just north of Carl Sandburg Village [north of Division, on Clark and LaSalle] on the Near North Side of Chicago for over a decade.

A career move took me to Ann Arbor, MI, in the fall of 2006. Strangely, when I look out my window [see above] these days at work, I am often reminded of the Windy City as I recall Carl Sandburg’s poem, Buffalo Dusk.

Unfortunately, from the current view of the grounds at Domino’s Farms [which aside from housing specific businesses and companies is a real working farm] it is also readily apparent that it may be some time until biking outdoors once again becomes a reality.

Though I am consumed by my cabin fever, the delirium has at least been assuaged by thoughts of California [our coverage of the Amgen Tour of California begins in 9 days!].