It's going to happen rain or shine—shine would be preferred, of course—but either way, you do not want to miss one of Wilder Park's premier annual events.The 17th annual Art in the Park, to be held this Saturday and Sunday, is so many things: It's the first real sign of spring in Elmhurst. It's an event that will awaken your senses—so much so that you'll want to go home and pick up a paint brush. Or a camera. Or a blow torch. It's friendly folks with great ideas from all over the Midwest. It's a great place to find something for Mom for Mother's Day or that perfect accent for your home. It's …
One of the funniest things I've read in a long time was posted on the Mary Queen of Heaven alumni Facebook page awhile back. Mary Queen of Heaven Parish and Emerson Elementary School are located right next door to each other on West Avenue in Elmhurst. Kids who attended Mary Queen School back in the day used to call the kids that went to Emerson (a public school) the "Emer-sinners," apparently. The counter attack from the Emerson kids was a little chant: "Mary Queeners have green _____."Well, there's another reason to keep the rivalry fired up between the parochial school kids and the public …
As 2011 comes to a close, we're taking a look back on the stories that really got people talking. With so many interesting stories throughout the year, like the huge rain and snow storms, and lots of great business stories, we decided the best way to put this particular list together was to compile the 10 stories that got the most readers—pure and simple. (We'll also be putting together a list of some of the funniest Elmhurst police blotter items, some of the best photos of 2011 and some of the best "good news" stories, so stay tuned.)Not surprisingly, many of these stories were about crime. …
In my experience as a purveyor of news, summertime is usually a bit of a dead zone. The news is a little harder to find because kids are out of school, spring sports are over, boards are meeting less frequently and the whole town is on vacation. So imagine my delight as I was sitting in my living room on Monday morning getting caught up after my own lovely vacation, and the news came to me. Through my open window (this was Monday, before the 95-degree meltdown) I heard a familiar sound from my childhood. It was a bell, like the bell you’d hear on the old-fashioned train at Disney World, or …
I went back to school last Friday—way back—to Sandburg Middle School. I graduated from Sandburg Junior High in the mid-1970s, when no one had ever heard of a “middle school,” and May 6 was my first time back in a Sandburg classroom since then. Sure, I’ve been in the cafeteria, the gymnasium and the auditorium, but not a classroom—not since I was 13. Some nice people at Sandburg apparently thought I could provide something of value to seventh-graders during Career Day. (This was my second career day; I spoke to eighth-graders at Churchville Middle School last month.) I got a letter from …
