I flew to Chicago last week, had pizza in town, and in conjunction with the Day of Recollection I’d been asked to give to the staff of Word on Fire, stayed at Mundelein Seminary.
My room had wide windowsill ledges on which to place snacks and books, an old-school radiator, a view of the quadrangle, a bathroom with spacious old sink, wooden medicine cabinet, and patinaed copper fixtures, a simple crucifix on the wall, and a gigantic “living room” (well-worn Schirmer’s Mozart sonatas open on the grand piano) into which I padded in the morning to fetch my coffee.I flew to Chicago last week, had pizza in town, and stayed at Mundelein Seminary.
“Now where are the Great Lakes from here?” I asked at one point and was astounded to learn that Chicago is ON a Great Lake, thereby corroborating that I really need to get out more.
Mundelein has its own lake, with a three-mile perimeter. Graceful bridges, Georgian brick buildings, meandering paths through the trees. I took a long walk at dusk, noticing the little crosses on top of the lamps that line the bridges, the squirrels, the crowns of the trees against the sky…
DOORKNOB TO MY ROOM 
MUNDELEIN BIRDS 
BRIDGE AT NIGHT 
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