Kim Conenna, on the left, went to the Niles trustee meeting with her son to speak out against a proposed gun range and store. Larry, the man holding the “Vote Yes” sign on the right, was in support of the range and told Conenna to “get her head out of her ass.”
The gun range’s partners had experienced relatively smooth sailing at the village’s previous zoning meeting. However, that forward momentum came to a grinding halt at the June 24 trustee meeting, when over 50 people from both sides of the gun debate gave passionate, and sometimes confrontational, public commentary to village officials and each other.
The complaints arose because Sportsman’s Club and Firearms Training Academy’s proposed address, 6143 Howard St., is about a mile southwest of Niles West and about 350 yards from New Hope Academy. New Hope is a therapeutic school that serves students with emotional disabilities and other issues.
Those in favor of Sportsman’s carried signs that said “Vote Yes” while the facility’s opponents wore green ribbons in honor of the victims of the Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting.
Read the full story at The Bugle. Ω
Taken from Montrose Harbor facing south. May 20, 2014. /PHOTO BY ALEX V. HERNANDEZ
I ended up at Montrose Harbor after I finished writing yesterday and took some photos of the thunderstorm that was pummeling Chicago with my cell phone. Ω
Ladies and gentlemen: the story you are about to hear is true. Some of the names have been changed to protect the innocent.Often the story behind a news article is just as (and sometimes more) interesting than the finished product the public reads. This is the behind the scene story of the time I covered a plane crash for the newspaper.
The plan crashed near the parking lot and entrance of the Foxboro Apartment complex, 470 Foxboro Dr., in Wheeling on June 25.
It was about 8:30 p.m. and I was still at a Niles village board meeting. The trustees had already gone through most of the important business on the agenda and were now talking in circles about companies that were bidding for the village’s information technology contract.
As my mind began to wander, I decided to check the twitter app on my phone. The third tweet from the top was a bulletin that there had been accident at the Chicago Executive Airport about 20 minutes north of me.
I looked at my watch. Reports I found online were secondhand and sketchy, but they all agreed that the plane had gone down around 8:20 p.m. From what I could tell there weren’t any broadcast jockeys or other print reporters on the scene yet. I turned around and looked at the other journalists that were covering the Niles meeting. They were busy taking notes and I was pretty sure they didn’t know a plane had crashed nearby.
After looking up the fastest route to the crash I quickly packed my belongings into my messenger bag and left the village boardroom, walking quickly to my car. Once I was behind the wheel I gunned the gas and tuned the radio to WBBM to see if there was any more info on the crash. Continue reading