Union Station: Chicago

Outside Chicago’s Union Station.

Nothing inspires me more than the fabulous architecture of my beloved hometown Chicago, and though almost 100% of my fiction is set here, I have yet to create a scene in one of the city’s architectural treasures, the iconic Union Station. It’s my favorite train station; its Great Hall has been used as the backdrop for many movies and television shows.

Call me a weirdo, but I hang out at Union Station. Now to be clear, I’ve traveled on Amtrak enough to justify it. I prefer train travel over air. Having mostly a calm demeanor, I’ve never balked about the time it takes to travel by train vs plane, many times purposely choosing the lower maintenance travel of the rail. Often I’ve taken the notoriously delayed Lakeshore Limited between Chicago and New York City, or the more reliable Capitol Limited from Chicago to Washington D.C. Other routes I’m familiar with are: Hiawatha service between Chicago and Milwaukee and the Illinois Service route that travels downstate to Gateway Station in St. Louis.

Gorgeous Skylight in The Great Hall.

The slower pace of train travel is perfect for social beings that love to mingle with traveling strangers. I vividly recall a train trip, traveling from Chicago to New York and meeting the adventurous Matias. He had been visiting Chicago from Santiago Chile. I met him at the gate and we had great conversation. The train was filled to capacity and when we boarded, he’d either sit with me or a woman that easily took up two seats. Luckily, Matias led us quickly to one other empty seat where we sat together and bonded easily for our 22 hour, delayed journey to Manhattan. A few weeks later, having settled back in my Queens apartment I received a beautiful postcard of Santiago from Matias. He is someone I never forgot traveling by train.

Vaulted ceiling also in the Great Hall.

I miss the bar and cafeteria style restaurant that was right off the Great Hall. Unfortunately it closed. I can’t remember the name, but enjoyed having a beer and shot there and talking to passengers from all over and commuters traveling on Chicago’s massive commuter line, The Metra. I now hang out upstairs at the Junction Bar. Rumor has it that a fancier food hall is coming to Union Station. I’ll keep you posted.

The Untouchables Stairs:

Brian DePalma’s epic Chicago shot movie, The Untouchables in 1987 made the long stairs in the Great Hall iconic and a tourist attraction in its own right. Filmed in slow motion, an innocent woman was making her way through the station with her small baby in a carriage. Somehow she lost her grip on it and the carriage started to roll down the stairs, dangerously on its own and a violent shootout amongst gangsters started in the midst. When I first saw this scene my eyes were glued on the big screen. Oh my God! What’s going to happen to the baby?! I was thinking it would surely lose its life as the carriage would topple over down the stairs or the baby would take a bullet from the shootout occurring around it. Watching it was so upsetting, but I couldn’t take my eyes off which is what good movie making and storytelling is all about. Fortunately, Kevin Kostner’s Elliott Ness was able to save the moment. Not only did he take down the bad guys, but he was also able to grab the carriage before it crashed down the stairs, saving the baby. Loved it!

1987’s The Untouchables made these stairs Iconic.
Stairs from the top looking at the Great Hall.

Just now, at the close of this post, I’m feeling inspired to come up with a story I can set in Union Station. Whatever the story, I doubt it will have the amount of action as The Untouchables, well, maybe LOL.

Love the Columns outside at the Canal Street entrance.

Girl’s Night: Spoon Fed

I wrote in a earlier post that Girl’s Night was not intended to be a series after the first short story. It hit me a few years later that it would be perfect for a series. Once decided, I had to get to work and come up with more stories to keep the girls in crime and martinis. The follow up: Disco Night was a total departure from what I thought a follow up should be to the original short story, but it liked the idea and it seemed to work. Then it was time for a third. Ideas are always floating around in my head, but I can never really pinpoint when I decide to go with an idea, but somehow I do.

The great thing about writing a series is the fact that storylines don’t have to conclude. Like real life, stories can linger, at times never get resolved and you can pile on as many complications as possible. Although Girl’s Night isn’t a hard soap opera, where every ending is a cliffhanger, I was able to carry over situations from the previous stories right over into Spoon Fed while also building a new crime for the girls to get wrapped up in.

Disco Night ended with Tamara and Melissa in the ladies room of a late night dive bar; Melissa crying her eyes out over Warren, her boyfriend that she believes is cheating on her with another woman. It felt easy to build a full story around Melissa and her growing desperation to uncover the truth, so desperate that she confesses to Tamara that she’s close to hiring Alvin Bailey, an obscure ex-cop turned PI to help her learn the truth about Warren. As you would expect, Tamara isn’t going for that. She pulls in Lisa and Rita. They’ll instead be the detectives to help Melissa prove her fears. But something else seems to be happening to Warren. He hasn’t been himself lately, not feeling well and getting more tired and weak as the days progress. Melissa is torn between her mistrust of him as her lover and her concern for his health. She stakes out in front of his condo one afternoon and discovers a beautiful young blonde leaving the building with something in her hand that Melissa recognizes. Melissa is immediately devastated, feeling deep inside that she’s found the woman Warren has been cheating with. Reluctantly she confides in Tamara what she believes. Tamara is skeptical, but convinces Melissa to let her and the girls help uncover the truth.

I’m not a locked room, Sherlock Holmes or Agatha Christie, whodunnit type mystery writer, never was, and I’m okay with that. In Spoon Fed I dabble in Lt. Columbo style territory where we learn of the perpetrators early on and watch their actions unfold simultaneously as the girls get closer to the shocking truth about Warren and the mysterious young blonde.

In a juxtaposition effort, Rita is in therapy, trying to get a feel for her new therapist, Ms. Kelly Anne Harper (not Conway). This is where the most references of the other two short stories come in when Rita confides in Kelly Anne, telling her about the time she was shot in the shoulder (Pilot) and when a woman killed herself on top of her, shoved a gun in her mouth at a 70’s bachelorette party (Disco Night). I wanted Rita to become more transparent to readers as to why she is the way she is, especially with men. I touch lightly into Rita’s early life with a mention of her dad Juan, now deceased and his opinion on race which is something worth exploring a bit later.

This Girl’s Night was a big effort for me, pushing past Novella length, collectively, but definitely a labor of love. I consider it a part of my growth as an author and I’m so excited to have you along for the ride.

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Published March 1, 2020