Craig, I took these pictures at the Lunt entrance to the Morse CTA stop around noon last Sunday. My wife and I originally took the pictures to send to Joe Moore but later decided that would be a futile attempt to have anything done about "our neighborhood problems." We don't want Rogers Park to be the most beautiful and ugliest neighborhood in the city. Sorry for the disgusting pictures, but we don't want to leave well enough alone.
Signed,
Disgusted in Rogers Park
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This is just disgusting. I saw the same thing on someone's garage over by the park a couple of weeks ago.
I saw the same thing in my toilet yesterday. Oh Yea, I a human being. The assholes that did this are fucking animals.
This is disgusting why would you even post this?
I saw that pile on Sunday while boarding the train and heading for lunch (ughh). I thought of all the open houses in the area that take place on Sunday afternoons---and the impression this would give to someone riding the El up here to take a look a place. "Welcome to Rogers Park: watch your step, we shit everywhere"
I just wish there could be a warning about material like this and an option for people to click on if they want to view the pictures. It's too graphic for more sensitive viewers, squeamish people and if you just ate and all of that.
Some other pinhead blogger, who refers to himself as "a graceful person," advocates that we take pity on these poor individuals.
I wonder if he has cleaned up the pile of crap and sought out the poor soul who was forced by society to leave it on a public stairway.
Maybe he has offered up his own property as a substitute toilet for the less fortunate.
He truly is a graceful man!
Unfortunately, this shit (no pun intended) is happening, and there are many of people who cannot avoid looking at it when they're coming and going using the Morse EL. There's no censors for them to block it out of their line of vision. What are they supposed to do? What if they just ate, or are squeamish. I avoid Morse as much as possible because it smells, and is, a toilet.
SPEAKING OF SHIT-
THEIR HAS BEEN A DRIED UP MESS ON THE SIDEWALK / BUIDING ON THE EAST SIDE AT GLENVIEW /MORSE, SOUTH SIDE FACING THE EAST SIDE OF COMMON CUP---UUUUUGGGGHHH
I wonder what the rose-colored glasses wearers thought about when passing this on the way to work?
people assume this was done by some homeless person, but you don't have to be homeless to need to use a bathroom, and not have one around to use.
i think it is just plain barbaric that there are so few public bathrooms in chicago.
agree with been there; this could have been any uncouth a-hole.
monday was the first time i've seen CTA hose down that stairwell though.
and for those of you who are "disturbed" by the graphic image--get over yourselves. no one made you use the internet.
This is a common occurrence at the Lunt Metra station. I am pretty sure who it is. She is always hangin around the Lint station drink and yelling at police. Occasionally, we get to see used feminine hygiene product with the crap and the occasional condom. I am glad she is safe at least some of the time!
a love note to RP
a thank you to the BH
Dear Rogers Park,
I came to you one morning on a windy august day, trying to find my place. I had spent days on end in this new metropolis looking at all the different neighborhoods and wondering why all the architecture was so stuck in the seventies. Well, on the eve of the return to the sticks, I found rogers park. Tucked all the way at the northernmost side of the city. So close to the beach, inside a neighborhood with character, a place on the rise, and pulsing with diversity and change. Change was right.
I knew this was a perfect place for me. Trading in my mountains for the lake. No problem, even though it was a different landform. I got it. I waited until my time, and came as quickly as I could. Packed my things and drove away in the middle of the night.
I quickly came and things got real. I loved the charm, but began to notice the crumbling structure. Truthfully, nothing was better than a night at Leona’s followed by a stroll on the sand, or a really cheap beer at the oasis, movies much cheaper at the Village North, and the convenient double-edged sword that was the red line.
I felt very much at home. I finally became just another face, not the big fish anymore. I really took to anonymity, and felt part of the community. I took to the city with an open heart and wide-open eyes. So, in that need, I started to notice the shortcomings of the place I fell in love with. I took it all in stride. I wanted to know how things click, so I went where anyone goes nowadays when they need answers, the internet. I found different websites and blogs both singing the praises and exposing ugly truths. I loved this. “Broken heart” became my inside source. The place where I saw how the inside ran. I took to it, read it daily. Maybe too much.
I am so very proud of the broken heart, taking the daily risk to stand up for change, sometimes in the face of danger, speaking loudly into ears that do not want to listen. To that I applaud. But maybe my young eyes were not ready to take what I saw. It made me grow paranoid and made me see the negative side of the diversity. Attitudes became of what they used to be, before me. Things that had just passed on, or simply vanished from my old life. I did not think much of these feelings, but my love for my new home was quickly souring. Then things began to heat up, spring was here.
Then these things came to my doorstep. First it was shoot-outs on my doorstep. The open air drug markets that creep closer. The homeless and drugs that took up my park, my beaches, my landscape that I took to when I first met this great neighborhood. My place to find solace that I cannot go to whenever I like, because of activities. It made me angry that someone who leads this neighborhood could take such a blind eye to what is happening around them. I did my part, I contacted the offices, I voted against them, and still all the efforts came dry. And things kept getting worse. Now my new home is on the news for bank robberies, hate crimes, gooning, among other crimes and lawlessness, and then I knew, it was time to break up.
So, on the eve of the break up, I’m sad. I’m angry. To think on the year I’ve spent here, and how much I’ll miss doing the things that made this place so great, makes me upset. I know my new home will have different places, but there is an adjustment period, as there is with any new love, you got to get over the last one. This letter is my attempt at getting over leaving Rogers Park.
To all the ones who stay and fight against the things that are holding this neighborhood back, I Salute you. I promise, if I return when things get better, I’ll never take that credit. I plan to keep up with RP even when I move to my new neighborhood. Where I have my space, a clean and safe park, new restaurants, cheap beer, and a place where I can lay my head and sleep easy.
goodnight RP.
I actually see them hosing down the lunt end of the morse stop (where I saw the poo) quite often. Doesn't seem to get rid of the smell though. I don't know if the smell of urine is there eternally or if it doesn't take more than a few hours for someone to come along and piss there again.
Even if you are in a situation when you "gotta go" and there's no stopping it, atleast find a bag or newspaper to crap on and toss it away.
Speaking of crap--it be would be nice to see the jackass that keeps feeding the pigeons by the Lunt end of the El start feeding the pigeons from his or her own property so they can deal with the pigeon shit. Every morning someone has tossed food out there for those winged rats.
sans-a-smell, it doesn't bother me.
but i wish you'd'a got a different perspective for the pic; ie, more of the blue/black/yellow, because, with some cropping that might make an interesting photo
If you're too sensitive to view this photo, then I'm sure you're too sensitive to use the Morse el station on a regular basis.
I'm sure Joe is too dainty to view these photos, so of course he's safely encapsulated in his auto, which he operates at city expense.
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This makes a great screensaver!
I saw something like this in downtown Chicago many years ago in a doorway to a storefront long abandoned. I saw a homeless looking woman squat in broad daylight to use the bathroom in another door way. And these were on mainstreets. The condition of some people.
Damn. . .that is one of the nastiest things I've ever seen at a CTA station. Whoever did that needs their ass whipped.
needs their ass whipped?
that already looks whipped
wipe it first
Craig, couldn't you wait until you got home to your toilet?
I mean really, have some class
And Bill, Shut the $^#K Up!
Go try to save your self, because you could not save the adephi!
From about 1954 till 1967, I lived in East Rogers Park. Indeed, right under the EL where a coffee shop is now located, I worked at "Lunt EL Drugs" at 1355 W. Lunt. The store had two phone booths and from time to time people would urinate or defecate in those booths. Crime was not a major problem; the major problem was that there were no close by public toilets. I assume that the same is true today.
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