Joe Grace is a media professional with seven years of experience as a reporter, copy editor, paginator and managing editor for various newspapers throughout Chicagoland. He currently is a ChicagoNow blogger and is accepting freelance assignments. He wrote a book.
• Originally published in the Kane County Chronicle on Oct. 28, 2011
In the past week, I’ve run into Tampa Bay Buccaneers players at the Tower of London, paid at least $6 for a bottle of soda in Paris and essentially walked the length of the United States while touring the two European cities.
Ah, being abroad.
The wife and I had talked about going to Europe for years, and we finally made the trip last week.
It was an exciting journey, especially because it was my first time abroad. (I’ve been to Canada and Mexico, but those don’t count. I’ve also been to Jamaica on a missionary trip, but that ended with us holed up inside a school wrongly afraid that the villagers were about to attack us. Let’s just move on.)
The first three days were spent in London, the land of “chip, chip, cheerio” and unlikely food items tossed willy nilly into pies. (We had a pie with goat cheese in it. Seriously, goat cheese. It was actually pretty good.)
We visited the normal tourist sites – the British Museum, Westminster Abbey, St. Paul’s Cathedral, Big Ben and the Tower of London, where we ran into the Buccaneers who were in town early getting ready to face the Chicago Bears on Sunday. It turns out examining torture devices and various suits of armor does not help you win football games.
And I got to eat fish and chips in London, which was my main goal. Final result, they taste like fish and chips in America. Oh, well.
From there, it was on to four days in Paris.
Fortunately, my wife speaks some French. Unfortunately, the extent of my French is randomly yelling the names of French actors and fictional characters. (Gerard Depardieu! Jean Reno! Jean-Luc Picard!) This is not the way to make friends with the French.
My wife took pity on me, though, and taught me a few basic French phrases on the train ride to Paris. I was now able to say, “I’m sorry, but I don’t speak French” and “I would like a Coca-Cola.” Sadly, I would get my words mixed up sometimes and end up apologizing for not being able to speak Coca-Cola. It’s a tough language.
Despite not understanding much of what was being said around me, Paris was great. We walked everywhere – to Notre Dame, to the Louvre, to the shopping areas (my wife’s choice). I walked more in those seven days than I had in maybe the entire year. And the food was spectacular. Overpriced generally, but spectacular.
We complain a lot about the price of things here in the Chicago area. We have nothing to complain about. Just about everything is more expensive in London and Paris. A bottled soda can cost $6. Finding a “good deal” on bottled soda means you paid about $3. Meals cost more. Clothes cost more. Museums cost more. It was like being at Disney World for seven straight days.
By the time the week was over, I was ready to go back home. I was tired of trying to pronounce French. I was tired of $6 sodas. And I was just tired. My feet were killing me and – in the French tradition – were about ready to go on strike.
It was a great trip, but I was thrilled to be back home when the plane landed. No, I did not kiss the ground. One of my personal rules is that I do not kiss the floors of dirty airports. But I did smile. And I bought a soda for $1.50. God bless America.
• Originally published in the Kane County Chronicle on Oct. 14, 2011
On Sunday, I watched my wife run in the Chicago Marathon.
A few weeks ago, the Fox Valley Marathon had people trekking through St. Charles, Geneva and Batavia for the second year in a row.
And according to Running USA’s annual marathon report, there were 507,000 finishers in the U.S. in 2010 compared with 353,000 in 2000; 224,000 in 1990; and just 25,000 in 1976. In about 35 years, the sport has grown from the size of Geneva to the size of New Orleans. It’s astounding.
What I don’t understand – what I can’t understand – is why.
A marathon is 26.2 miles long – a ridiculous distance if you pause to really think about it. That’s the equivalent of running from St. Charles to Arlington Heights as the crow flies and then – upon reaching Arlington Heights – being told you need to run six additional miles. That’s insane.
I’ve watched my wife run in five Chicago Marathons as well as a few other marathons. Not once have I felt the urge to join in the fun. Just biking after her during training runs is enough to make me yearn for the comforts of a couch and a TV remote. But I’m obviously being left behind here as thousands of additional souls decide to run a marathon every year.
So, wanting to get some insight into this phenomenon, I called the co-organizers of the Fox Valley Marathon, Dave Sheble and Craig Bixler.
Sheble and I in particular have something in common. For years, he watched his wife run while he stood on the sidelines just like me.
“My wife did them for years,” Sheble said, “and I was like, ‘You’ve got to be out of your mind; there’s no way.’ ”
Sheble ultimately decided to get on the course himself, though, running his first marathon in 2004 in Chicago. When he set out to do it, he planned on being part of the fabled “one and done” club.
“Here we are seven years later, though, and my how things have changed,” he said. Sheble has run a number of marathons along with helping others achieve their marathon goals through his involvement with the Fox Valley Marathon.
But, why? I still don’t understand why.
“Some people have described it as ‘the ultimate challenge,’ ” Sheble said. “You just have to have the commitment. There is a reason they call this an endurance sport. You have to endure the race. … It’s controllable. In today’s environment, how many things are really controllable? But running is.”
Bixler, the other co-organizer of the Fox Valley Marathon, agreed with this idea.
“Times are tough and people need to feel good about themselves,” Bixler said. “They’re having life-changing events, and they need to get a handle of themselves and their lives and have something to feel good about. … It doesn’t matter whether you run it in two and a half hours or six and a half hours, you still did it.”
Bixler, who has been running marathons since his first one while in college in 1980, still remembers finishing his first marathon.
“It was an internal challenge,” he said. “ ‘Hey, can I go out there and do this?’ Whenever you set your mind out to do something and you accomplish it, you always feel great.
Setting a tough goal. Accomplishing it. Being in control of that accomplishment. What can beat that? So few things are in our control. The economy is not in our control. Our health is only so much in our control. But when out on a marathon course, barring injury, you’re in control. You decide whether to stop and give up or to finish the race, to finish the seemingly impossible 26.2 miles.
“The hardest thing is to make the commitment to do it,” Sheble said. “The miracle is not that I finished; it’s that I had the courage to start.”
Both Sheble and Bixler said just about anybody could do a marathon. You don’t need to be an athlete. You don’t need to be in the prime of your life. You just need to have the commitment. You just need to have the desire to control this one thing in your life.
I’ve never seen myself running a marathon. In all honesty, I still can’t. I remember running a 5K and thinking to myself during the race, “This is the worst thing in the world. I paid to do this? Am I insane?” A marathon is eight 5Ks run consecutively and then a little more.
But then again, I also remember finishing the 5K. That sense of accomplishment at having finished something I set out to do. Outkicking the 9-year-old girl down the stretch so I didn’t lose all my pride. And finishing a marathon, well, I suppose I would have to multiply that feeling by eight.
And maybe, just maybe, that’s a goal worth striving for.
• Originally published in the Kane County Chronicle on Sept. 30, 2011
Harvest time has always been a time for celebration. It’s a tradition that continues today.
Across the nation, cities and organizations host fall and harvest festivals in October in which people wander around, eat copious amounts of unhealthy food and go on whirling, twirling carnival rides – just as our ancestors would have wanted.
But as we move further away from our agricultural roots, we tend to forget the origins of October festivals.
In St. Charles, there is Scarecrow Fest – also known as “The Original Illinois Scarecrow Festival,” just in case, you know, some other city tries to hone in on its girl – which will be held from Oct. 7-9 in the downtown area.
It will host more than 150 scarecrows decorated in all kinds of crazy costumes. And, of course, there will be the usual festival fare such as a carnival, food and arts and crafts.
Scarecrows at least have a tie to farming. Historically, they have been used to either scare crows from eating up all the crops (hence the name) or to help guide Dorothy down the yellow brick road. Helpful creatures, those scarecrows.
Then we have Batfest in Batavia, which will be held on Oct. 22 on the Batavia Riverwalk.
While I understand why it’s called BatFest, I still don’t like the mental imagery of thousands of bats descending upon the city to wreak havoc.
There’s simply not much harvest symbolism in naming a festival after the winged, scary part of a city’s name (thought I suppose it’s better than AviaFest), but the best thing about it this year will be the zombie walk, which costs $10 to participate in, also known as money well spent.
A fall festival celebrating the undead? I love it! You want to make a name for yourself, Batavia? Next year, change the name from BatFest to ZombieFest and watch as people pour in. (This is probably why I don’t work in marketing.)
If you are looking for something a little more harvest-y, though, there is the appropriately named Harvest Days, which will be held from 10:30 a.m.-4 p.m. Sunday at Garfield Farm Museum, 3N016 Garfield Road, Campton Hills.
“We’re reflecting when the harvest was a significant event among communities,” said Jerome Johnson, executive director of Garfield Farm. “What we show with various demonstrations is how it took a lot of work to produce your daily bread and everyone was very dependent on that system to work and work well.”
Harvest Days is all about learning the realities of rural life as seen through the eyes of an 1840s working farm. With many fall festivals focused on things such as scarecrows and zombies, it can be easy to forget what celebrating the harvest really is about.
Essentially, it’s about survival. (OK, celebrating zombies is about survival too, but more in a sawed-off shotgun kind of way.)
Our ancestors went nuts celebrating the harvest because it meant they had a better chance of surviving the winter.
That’s hard to comprehend in today’s America where grocery stores sometimes are located across the street from each other and food is omnipresent for most.
And while the harvest remains important to farmers, the average American simply doesn’t think about it.
But, if you’re looking for a reminder, watching wheat run through a fanning mill at Harvest Days isn’t a bad start. Sure, it’s not as fancy or probably as interesting as dressed-up scarecrows and zombies, but sometimes it’s important to remember our heritage and how thankful we should be that we aren’t so dependent on an individual harvest anymore.
“The good news is we’re able to produce large parts of food … in part due to science and technology,” Johnson said. “But it also means that the harvest doesn’t have the same role it once did when you could actually see the results of your hard work throughout the years.”
Kane County is on the edge of the rural/suburban divide and Garfield Farm lies as close to the current dividing line as you can get. Johnson grew up just a mile and a half from the museum and has seen the area transform each year from rural to suburban. But even he is two generations removed from farming. Today’s children, even more so.
I think it’s especially important for children to get a sense of the harvest – that is does not just mean putting a few quarters in a machine and having a Kit Kat bar pop out. There might be an ancient celebration for that type of harvest, but it would probably be terrifying.
“Any child growing up on a farm, when they bring an egg in from the hen house and place it on the kitchen table, they can see how they are contributing to the family’s welfare,” Johnson said. “Here, you have this opportunity to expose young people to things they might not see anymore. You have a lot of suburban children where their whole experience is a cookie-cutter suburban lifestyle.”
There’s nothing wrong with the suburban lifestyle. I have certainly enjoyed it. But it’s important to remember our agricultural past. So, this year, when you’re munching on fair food, hanging out at Garfield Farm, walking through costumed scarecrows or – maybe best yet – traipsing through Batavia dressed up as a zombie, take some time to reflect on and celebrate how thankful we should be that food is as plentiful as it is. While it’s no longer the 1840s – as the zombie parade surely can attest to – even in 2011 we remain thankful for the bountiful harvest around us.
• Originally published in the Kane County Chronicle on Aug. 2, 2011
When I was 4 years old, I wanted to be a cheetah. It turned out that is not a suitable profession for a human being.
When I was 6 years old, I wanted to be an artist. It turned out that is not a suitable profession for a human being who can’t draw well. Had I been a caveman, maybe my pictures of unintentionally deformed dogs, cows and cheetahs might have won me popular acclaim. Sadly, I was born about 10,000 years too late.
Finally, when I was 8, I stumbled upon writing. It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do since.
And it’s why, after three years, I have decided to leave the Kane County Chronicle.
While I got into journalism as a way to earn money while writing, as my career has progressed, I’ve done less and less writing – and more specifically – less and less of the creative writing I love to do.
An editor of a daily newspaper is responsible for everything involved with the editorial aspect of the print and online versions of the paper. With that comes little time for writing.
So – with my wonderful wife’s blessing – I’m taking a year to devote myself to writing. I have a couple of unfinished books to complete, and I hope to get through one or two more projects during that time, as well. If things go well, maybe one day I’ll be published. If not, well then at least I tried.
With all that said, I have very much enjoyed my three years as editor of the Kane County Chronicle.
Much has changed in those three years, and I am proud of what we have achieved. I leave a paper with a tremendous future, and I am confident that my successor, Kathy Gresey, will bring the Kane County Chronicle to even greater heights. She was my assistant managing editor when I was managing editor of the Lake County Journals – and I can attest to her passion for community journalism.
While I am excited about my future, there is so much I will miss about working for the Kane County Chronicle.
I could not have asked for a better staff. The reporters, photographers and designers have made working here a joy. They are a fantastic group dedicated to their profession and putting out the best paper possible. And they will continue to do so after I’m gone.
I doubt I could have asked for a better community to cover. This is a beautiful area with residents who consistently impressed me with their generosity and love of their towns. I have met so many wonderful people in my time as editor and wish I had the time to thank everyone who has been there for me when needed. I will not get the chance to say thank you and goodbye in person to most of you, but my gratitude is present nonetheless.
Finally, my mantra since I became editor is that this is your paper, dear readers. Ultimately, you decide through your letters, emails, phone calls and subscriptions what this paper will be. Continue to let us know when we succeed. Continue to let us know when we fail. We are nothing without our readers, and I thank all of you who have been with me during my journey as editor. It is you, most of all, who have made these past three years well worth it. Thank you so much.
• Joe Grace is the former editor of the Kane County Chronicle. Write to him at email@example.com.
Originally published in the Kane County Chronicle on May 6, 2011
My wife is the chef in the family. She makes beautiful Sunday dinners that sometimes can take all day.
Me? I do my best. My best cooking qualities are my abilities to follow a recipe and to use kitchen utensils without hurting myself. Needless to say, I won’t be asked to be a contestant on “Top Chef” anytime soon.
However, with the help of a good recipe, I can hold my own in the kitchen using those modest abilities. As such, I’m more confident than ever heading into my third 60 Men Who Cook event tonight at the Kane County Fairgrounds.
This year, I’ll be sticking with desserts and making raspberry-cream cheese muffins. It’s a “Cooking Light” recipe, which I’ve had good luck with in the past. Delicious and healthy. (Well, as healthy as raspberry-cream cheese muffins get.)
After running out of my 200 chocolate-covered red velvet cake balls halfway through the event last year, I’ll be upping the ante to 300 samples, which means I have quite the shopping trip in front of me Thursday evening.
I’ll be purchasing three dozen eggs, 24 cups of raspberries and 60 ounces of cream cheese among other ingredients. (I don’t think you actually can buy cups of raspberries, so let’s just say an armload of raspberries. I think that’s the proper terminology.)
There also will be 59 other scrumptious dishes to sample at the event, including treats such as English trifle, pork carnitas with jicama and radish slaw, Thai beef salad and chocolate profiteroles with vanilla ice cream. As well as something called garbage eggs, which brings about some fantastic mental imagery. Let’s end on a better note, shall we? Cheesecake. There will be cheesecake.
If you’re interested in attending, and I hope you are, the event will be held from 5:30 to 10 p.m. tonight at the Prairie Event Center at the Kane County Fairgrounds, 525 S. Randall Road, St. Charles.
Tickets are $30 presale, two for $50 presale or $35 at the door. Tickets are available presale at Fagans Graphic Design, the Geneva Chamber of Commerce office, the Geneva History Center, The Paper Merchant and State Street Jewelers.
It’s also for a good cause. The proceeds from this Geneva Chamber of Commerce fundraiser will go to the Geneva History Center, Geneva Lions Club and Rotary Club of Geneva. There will be a 50/50 raffle at the event, as well as $1 voting for your favorite dishes.
And just like with elections, you even can vote ahead by visiting http://www.genevachamber.com/60Men.htm and casting your $1 vote electronically.
A good cause, good food and a good time. I hope many of you are able to attend, and if you do, stop by, say hello and have a muffin. There should be plenty to go around.
• Joe Grace is the editor of the Kane County Chronicle. Write to him at firstname.lastname@example.org or call him at 630-845-5368.
• Originally published in the Kane County Chronicle on April 23, 2011
After years – or what seemed like years – of resistance, I finally broke down and bought a smartphone.
Four hours later, I was completely addicted.
It’s not that I was against technology. It’s that I’m against technology that will cost me a lot of money when the item it’s going to replace isn’t broken.
However, my old
cellphone that I got for free with my contract four or five years ago finally gave up the ghost and it was time to move into 2011.
Now, I’m the proud owner of a smartphone. And I can already see that this is going to lead to marriage counseling.
My wife just tried to ask me a question while I was writing my column and playing with my smartphone. It took me a little longer than it should have to begin to answer. She eventually started counting. I got to nine seconds. I will need to try to work on getting that down to about three seconds or less. When I get distracted and take too long to answer questions, my wife refers to it as “Joe Grace, live from Tel Aviv.”
Needless to say, the smartphone is going to take me to Tel Aviv often.
Like me, we’re continue to move forward with technology at the Kane County Chronicle.
Our Twitter account at twitter.com/kcchronicle and our Facebook account at facebook.com/kanecounty chronicle continue to update readers throughout the day with stories and breaking news. You can check us out by following us on Twitter or liking us on Facebook.
We also have begun sending out morning updates and breaking news through email. You can sign up to receive those emails by clicking on the “E-mail Alerts” button on the right side of our home page at KCChroni cle.com.
And if you would like to get Monday’s news, sports stories, cartoons and puzzles, you now can check out our Monday online edition by clicking on the “Today’s
E-edition” button on the right side of our home page on Mondays.
We’re also working on putting more videos and photo slideshows with our stories so you can enjoy those, as well.
And, of course, you can check out our mobile site by going to KCChronicle.com on your smartphone. And, for the first time ever, I can too.
• Joe Grace is the editor of the Kane County Chronicle. Write to him at email@example.com or call him at 630-845-5368.