As a blogger for ChicagoNow, which is hosted by the Chicago Tribune, it is always a real treat for me when we get to go to the historic Tribune Tower for a meeting or a seminar. A beautiful Sunday morning with a bright blue sky was the perfect day to take a few pictures outside and in.
When walking around the outside of the building, it is amazing to me that Col. Robert R. McCormick had the foresight to ask his foreign correspondents to gather souvenirs when they when to momentous places. These continue to be placed into the exterior, like this twisted piece of metal from the World Trade Center in New York.
I get a momentous feeling while walking inside, too, of all the souls, dead and alive, that I have read and listened to over the span of decades and all of the souls of the people long before that.
Some of the bloggers meeting today might think this is old hat. I sat near Steve Dale who has a pet show on WGN Radio and a pet blog on ChicagoNow. I wonder if he is over the feeling you get when you walk into the lobby and see all of the quotes on the walls. (And these aren’t stickers like the vinyl trend in homes and offices these days, people. Of course these are chiseled into the marble.)
Tribune Tower is also the home of WGN Radio. I started listening to WGN Radio when I was about 10 …under protest.
When I complained that I just wanted to listen to Olivia Newton John sing, “Have You Never Been Mellow” or “Please Mr. Please”, my dad would counter…How are you ever going to learn anything or know anything if you don’t listen? Seriously? Wally Phillips over Olivia Newton John for a 10 year old was TORTURE. C’mon. No Captain and Tennille? Muskrat Love? (Actually come to think of it, Steve Dale, you might like this song?)
And then I was hooked. I listened to Bob Collins in the mornings and Roy Leonard while I graded 2nd grade papers at recess. I listened to Spike Odell laughing in the afternoons and then in the mornings when my babies woke me up too early and Kathy and Judy when my kids were at school. And I am sad that I won’t have John Williams‘ voice on in the afternoons anymore. The velvety voice that read the podcast of his story of losing his dog made me weep. (I will miss you, John.)
So to be able to walk the halls of this building, this landmark, this iconic place, is a thrill. I walked slowly to get to the meeting room on the 7th floor. I sneaked photos, why? I don’t know. I felt like it wasn’t my place to take them. To a writer, it almost seems sacred.
The magnificent quotes by magnificent people made me feel like I was in an art museum, where you could stand for a long time just staring. To a lover of words, this artwork is honorable, and gallant, and beautiful.
So, as you can see, it wasn’t just a chance to go to a seminar on how to get more readers to your blog. It was a pilgrimage. I know, I know. If I worked there everyday I probably wouldn’t get the same goosebumps. But today, I did.