Valerie and schnauzer named Penny,
Joliet, Illinois, 1959
I used to visit the museum on Friday nights, when they stayed open late but the crowds were very sparse. Sitting in the soft chairs on the second floor lounge, above the north entrance, the hush and subdued lighting, combined with the end-of-the-week relief, formed an idyllic setting.
I would look out the huge front windows and watch the lights of traffic far below flow like blood corpuscles up and down Lake Shore Drive as the thoroughfare split to stream around both sides of the museum. There was something secret, secure, and comfortable about being in that big old building full of bones, sculptures, animal skins and artifacts.