The Chicago Sewers: Western Tunnel (Gallery 9)

March 23, 2009.

Me standing next to the intersection of Roosevelt 1200 S. and Western 2400 W., on da South side!

2:20 a.m. This is at the end of my journey. I started off at 600 S. Harrison on Western down to Roosevelt.

At this part of the city, on da South side, was a lot less people walking around, as no bars around, and a lot less cars. So I was able to get a lot more done and more efficiently. I am now skilled at opening and closing manhole lids, in incredibly fast speeds!

1:47 a.m.

1:48 a.m.

1:47 a.m. I did not go down there, as the top step was like 6 foot 5 down deep by my quick measure of my tape measure. The water seemed to be about 9 feet below the lid.

1:54 a.m.

2:01 a.m.

1:54 a.m.

1:55 a.m.

1:58 a.m.

Looking north.

Looking south.

You know how they say the city has 12,000 people per square mile? That can be a pure lie. There are places in the city where you can go for miles and miles, and not see a single soul.

I happen to live (my 3rd apartment) by Western, on 5400 North. So if I go North for about 64 blocks, I might reach my place, right?

1:59 a.m. Looking up.

2:05 a.m.

The view through the hole.

2:07 a.m.

2:08 a.m.

2:09 a.m.

2:10 a.m. Looking either north or south.

2:14 a.m. Looking west, the intersection of Western and Fillmore. Fillmore tunnel empties into Western tunnel.

On May 28, 2009, while showing a classmate buddy this page on the school computer before class, when I read out the "intersection of Western and Fillmore," he made the "are you stalking me / trying to get to my apartment" argument, cuz, it just so happens, he lives on Fillmore street. ;) Not far from Western. I love coincidences man.

--End of sewer--.

When I got on the bus, shortly after 2:30, I saw a Black homeless woman, pictured below.

I recognized her from before. I last saw her on a colder day on October 19, 2007, Friday, around after 3 p.m., on the Berwyn bus stop on Western. (Berwyn is the last bus stop on the North end, 5300 N.). Like last time, she was with all her bags. And here I am, seeing her again on March 23, 2009, at 2:30 a.m. on the Western bus at 1200 S., going north to 5300 N. That's 520 days later, and a half. Hey, she's still alive!

However, she randomly talked to herself. I 1st heard her randomly say "I don't care about" ... blah blah blah and then she ended her sentence with "don't talk to me like that," then continued to scratch her head.