Time for us to Fly

We best serve the world when we invest in nurturing our own culture. I’ll observe and participate in the TLC from where I belong: at home plate. Don’t worry, I’m not alone at base

Twitter a morning song of sleepovers with cousins.

I’ll twitter a tune while I make you homemade biscuits and gravy, just as my Grandmother did for her five grandchildren after special sleepover nights.

We can help those who don’t have Kentucky roots and those in Kentucky as well. Breakfast food donations, so no one needs to settle for leftover crust.

Call to me from the Powerhouse Beach sands.

I’ll call back to you that my Chance the Rapper hat is everything healthy for UV protection. Plus, I love pink.

Speak up that you’re interested in puzzles.

I’ll speak loudly, again and again, how uninterested I am in puzzles involving the Sears Tower. I’ll forgo making American greatness on my own, instead appreciating the expertise at my fingertips.

Whisper how much you love an architect’s plans.

I’ll whisper how much daughters love to play make-believe clubs while their father works a second job after his police shifts. I was the chairwoman of our New Sears Tower club, it’s easy to feel connected to the tallest building as you grow up the tallest in class. And it’s always helpful to have those level-headed middle children as the chairpersons, preventive deterrents to unnecessary ties).

Anytime architects want to design something new for us, make sure they know this girl has the pen, pencil, eraser and every other tool necessary for re-writes. We wouldn’t designers to forget shift worker happiness and safety as the first response for inclusion.

Feels good to enjoy the best and most sizeable of the skyline. Who wouldn’t want to remind any would be runners up how colossal those few extra units stack up?

Whisper that you’re not sure I should give magento metal another chance.

I’ll whisper that it’s too late, and I already made the right choice.

Freestyle your route to the Southern California parks with me today.

I’ll freestyle my heart back to Illinois any way I can, and that trek always includes Kanye West’s Homecoming.

Poeticize the priorities of the people, by the people.

I’ll poeticize the priorities for the people.

Standing up for our foundation should be as Common as the daily radio.

Bay a prolonged howl as I take you to the West Coast cliffs.

I’ll share the bae of Hound of the Baskervilles here, perhaps with another trip up to SF Polk Gulch and Pacific Heights, perhaps as you and some Bay Giants read it to me in the evenings.

Whisper that you love the quiet reminders of the unsung, those putting others first.

I’ll whisper that we will return soon, because there’s no entertainment home like the movies.

Flow with me and Lupe Fiasco up to Hemet.

I’ll flow with you, especially when you’re feeling like it might not be alright already. It will be, it will be more than okay, this density.

Chirp up a bit with Mia’s lemonade.

I’ll chirp up a bit with a picture that brings me back to a similar childhood lobby wait scene. The second job’s lobby had strawberry lollipops, though, so…

Sing to me of country roads in California. It’s pretty legit, how big this state is compared to the small mindsets of those who label it only as liberal or elite.

I’ll sing to you of the country roads I loved taking from Illinois to Kentucky and Illinois to Tennessee. I don’t believe that there are many more (if any) beautiful areas than those rock wall drives, smoky mountain skies and everything in between.

And yet, after it all, the busy traffic and visible skyscraper scenes that escorted us home to the suburbs remain most prized.

Make room at the table with the compass logo.

I’ll make room for any strip mall restaurants south of you, east of you, and even throw in an Addison flower shop visit on our way.

This postcard reminds me of my own hometown appreciation, the appreciation itself being a best representation of Illinois.

Whistle me over to clean energy.

I’ll whistle you back when it’s time for grey shades. Clean energy is a turn on, and there are some serious babes out there.

Welcome me in to Joshua Tree with a song.

I’ll welcome you, too, and hope you choose to Belong Anywhere with me for a weekend away here. One day.

Find us a desert spot where we can walk to our own beat.

I’ll find us what we’re looking for in photogenic life.

Listen to the lyrics of your algorithms as we map out our day.

I’ll listen to what my heart wants at every fork in the road.

Render your version of fire hazard education in ongoing dry, devastated lands.

I’ll render you a version of humble and perfect reprieve. With or without you, and hopefully with you, I’ll return to visit the fall colors of gorgeous Wheaton and Cantigny one day.

Bust out your best way to tell me that you can’t fight this feeling anymore, that you want to hear more amazing Illinois musical talent.

I’ll bust out that I heard it from a friend who heard it from a friend who heard it from another that I’m gonna keep on loving you.

Let’s discuss further as we take it on the run with fire-loving REO Speedwagon.

Warble how much you love unpredictable, Random California art.

I’ll warble how much I love the stage entrances to Southern California towns. They make us rock stars, mic’d up to the coolest venue entrances.

Croon the sweetest thank you to our beloved Volunteers.

I’ll croon that there are no Cheap Tricks when I say that I want you to want me at the table.

Scream wildly for the most amazing moments in live music.

I’ll scream wildly when you become my Chicago roadie.

Sing the songs of Coachella’s vibrant community, away from the hype and fame.

I’ll sing about how Agriculture and Commerce have intersected nicely here.

Drop the beats of future plans you have for us within the masses. Just keep in mind that I prefer a Plain White Tee to a Polo shirt any day.

I’ll drop the beat of reminders: first, Mavs games.

Whisper that you’d love some dates.

I’ll whisper that coaches and Pumpkins can always work their magic, yet you still have to get the confidence to ask.

Freestyle our path through the Anza-Borrego desert state park.

I’ll freestyle thoughts of grit and hard work and everything else that goes in to thriving among these ranges. Desert communities are incredibly impressive. I am fortunate to have these experiences, so different than the Midwest to Tennessee route.

Play some Beatle juice as we continue on to Cuyamacha Rancho state park. This is likely my favorite state park in Southern California, with ranches and hills and colors and apple orchards reminding me of the Midwest.

I’ll play you Chicago’s Greatest Hits when we roll in to DuPage. Hey Wheaton, did you know You’re the Inspiration?

Voice that you’ll take me anywhere I want to go.

I’ll voice that you’re my vehicle, baby, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Croon a tune: hey baby, they’re playing our song along the Southern California state park ranges.

I’ll croon a tune about future trips and Buckingham Fountains while we sit for a slice.

And speaking of slices, I can’t help but think of my inspiration for these moves away from loved ones and into welcoming arms. My Grandfather used to play steel guitar better than anyone, and my Southern Grandmother stayed alongside….a Chicago city girl for the rest of her life. She brought her Kentucky home up to us, and even her apple pie recipe was his favorite.

Whisper that you’d like to sit and have some cider.

I’ll whisper back that I have the perfect Illinois orchard cheer. I’ve brought my Illinois home to you, and I hope you find some lifelong favorites, too. I hope you notice some ways I will always think about you. And yes, New Colony Six does find the words to tell you just how much I love you.

(Good home-brought love is as American as apple pie.)

Whisper that you’re contemplating some new moves with handler and asset policies.

I’ll whisper to get the Super glue guys, the whole system’s already busted. Luckily there’s a chair for me at the table. There’s also a step ladder for us, should we choose to talk it over in the Red Delicious crops.

Speak up that you’d like to make a cool brewery stop.

I’ll speak up that I’m tagging along and tails, you pay.

Come sail away with Styx and I at Lake Cuyamaca or the neighboring Lake Sutherland.

I’ll come sail with you anytime. It’s nice and warm out, no snow worries babe. If you want, we can admire the herons at Louis Reservoir in Addison. It is a similar view, sans pines.

Jam to any tune you want as we walk the hills of beautiful Southern California.

This Volcano Girl will jam to Veruca Salt, no short leashes.

Turn up the noise at Salton Sea. So many years ago, listening to Lorde’s Royals and Tennis Court, posting and bonding with you guys, I would never have thought I’d stand here. Looking out at the unknown of the future while looking out for life, liberty and pursuit of happiness.

This Mockingjay will turn up the noise for what matters, a better future for us all.

Sing me a song of how you still want to know more.

I’ll sing back to you that we could start at the beginning, Salt Creek borders and all.

A champion is a champion, and championing the fact that we’ll never be royals will be a lifelong commitment. Championing unity among others with royals and others without is also a lifelong commitment.

There’s no one I’d rather have at my side, babe. Let’s go down to the tennis courts.

I believe it’s Time for us to Fly.