Condomania

Strolling Prospect Avenue in no way resembles the days when Sauk Indians humped back and forth on what was then their trail linking northern Wisconsin to Illinois. These days traffic pounds north on the one-way. You can count on it pounding between 3pm and 5pm, M-Fri., when people are released from their cubicles. A block west is Farwell with a clump of colorful condos, Mr. Shoe and Green Gallery East, a strip of beauty parlors, a place to have your eyes checked and your car gassed. Around 7:30 a.m., the traffic starts to pound south, carrying hopefuls back to their…

Up here, way up here with views to the west and south (including a slice of the big lake to the east), I’ve got the sun in the mornin’ and the moon at night. Life is good.   Mostly.   Folks who don’t live in condominiums perhaps assume we dwellers have it swell, but if they consider what it’s really like to live stacked one on top of another with four or five units to each floor, it doesn’t take long to figure all isn’t always swell, because, face it, every dweller has a personal agenda. At the first condo…