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By Mary Stanek
Your correspondent in Archer Heights and West Elsdon
3808 W. 57th Place • (773) 517-7796
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Happy Thanksgiving to everyone. I cannot believe I am saying that already.
This Saturday our Oliver will be visiting 23rd Ward Ald. Silvana Tabares’ office at 3954 W. 63rd St. There will be a pet tag give away, but supplies are limited and registration is required. So, if there is still time, please call (773) 582-4444. I would like to say thank you to the alderman. There are so many lost dogs posted on social media every day. A simple collar and identification would help this situation.
If you do not have a furry friend and are thinking about adoption, now is the time to do so with Chicago Animal Care and Control’s “Yappy Hour” (2741 S. Western). Adoption fees are currently waived from 3 to 6 p.m. weekdays and 1 to 4 p.m. weekends. But please take it seriously. A pet is a pet for life, not a piece of furniture one can dispose of when no longer wanted.
Chilaquiles are fried corn tortillas in a salsa verde or rojo with crema on top. Sounds delicious! Head on over to Sts. Bruno and Richard church on Sunday, Nov. 19 for their Hispanic Ministry Breakfast.
Breakfast will be served from 8 a.m. to noon. The cost is $10 for adults and $5 for children under 10. Along with the tortillas there will be eggs, Mexican sausage, coffee and juice.
To the student council of Sts. Bruno and Richard school, a big thank you is in order. The students had a very successful food drive. In addition, congratulations to the first graders for showing leadership, developing social relationships and helping peers. They celebrated with a well-earned pizza party.
It’s official. I am now a proud member of St. Turibius Parish. The Staneks have always been involved in St. Bruno. But I attended St. Turibius and it has always been in my heart. So, I called Kathy at the rectory and registered!
Unfortunately, we missed the CAPS Beat 822 meeting on Nov. 7. Robert has been getting the “s#i%” beat out of him in physical therapy. He is exhausted when he comes home.
Finally, “We fought the law and the law won”! On a dark, cold windy night, Oliver (the therapy, agility and obedience trained dog) and I are walking on Springfield with not a soul in sight. His leash was around my neck. (Yes, I was wrong.)
A squad car pulls out of the alley, so we are getting ready to walk over and say thank you. But instead, the police officer puts on his loud speaker–scaring the bejeebies out of us–and announces, “Put the dog on a leash.”
I was almost in tears, thinking to myself, “Really, my house was shot up, bullet holes are still there, drag racers tear up Pulaski, car jackings are common, gang activity is everywhere, lost dogs roam the streets, etc. Yet you, Mr. Police Officer, are going to yell at me when there was not a person on the street.” Everyone within a four-block radius knows Oliver. I love my Eighth District police. I have brought sweets, pizza and always am thankful. But really?