Mark, do you remember Kari Golden?

Doesn't that pic look a lot like her? Especially with the cigarette dangling off the lip...

You're right, Zum Deutschen Eck.

I think the story was about a group of supposed neo-nazis that would regularly meet there for dinner.

It kind of makes sense they would pick a German-American restaurant, what else would they pick, Ethiopian?

Colonel Panic wrote:

Mark, do you remember Kari Golden?

Doesn't that pic look a lot like her? Especially with the cigarette dangling off the lip...

Where would I know her from, Dreamerz?

Mark Hansen wrote:You're right, Zum Deutschen Eck.

I think the story was about a group of supposed neo-nazis that would regularly meet there for dinner.

It kind of makes sense they would pick a German-American restaurant, what else would they pick, Ethiopian?

Or a Jewish deli.

"So we'll torch that synagogue just after sundown on Friday night. Uh excuse me, Herschel my man, could I get a potato knish and some more of that matzo ball soup, please? Thank you. No matter what I say about your people Herschel, you're OK with me, a real mensch. One of the good ones."

Mark Hansen wrote:Where would I know her from, Dreamerz?

Well I first met her at Columbia College but she used to hang out at Dreamerz sometimes.

There's a bunch of swastikas on this one building downtown, I think it's at Wells and Jackson. The swastikas are carved onto an ornamental cornice. They're connected to a key pattern and occur periodically along the length of the building.

I see it every time I ride the El around the Loop.

At an Indian restaurant. Above the buffet. There was some kind of tapestry, or maybe a piece of artwork, that incorporated it as a motif.

http://www.heathenworld.com/swastika/trees.html

I never saw it, but I just remembered hearing about this. A planting of trees in a forest that could only be seen from the air.

vockins may remember this..

there was a guy in undergrad school who was a little bit mental. he played bass in a band and was pretty quiet. it had been rumored that he was prone to having nervous breakdowns, stripping off all his clothes and shitting into a corner of his bedroom. he lived in a shared house with like seven other people.

anyways, one day, while another friend was taking me by his room to pick up some records, I was led through this gents bedroom. the two rooms were connected in some way. i was warned to think nothing of this.

anyways, this harmless mental bass playing weird guy had nothing on the walls except a giant swastika made out of a variety of pez dispensers, measuring perhaps 3'X3' mounted on the wall. he wasn't an art major either...

on this guy.