It actually kind of happened the way it does in Joni Mitchell’s song by the same title. I was drinking for diversion with two friends on a Sunday afternoon at the Holiday Club, a favorite hangout in my old neighborhood when, seemingly out of nowhere, this ’57 Chevy Bel Air came to a stop at the intersection outside the bar. At first, I thought it was the champagne-and-tequila concoction we had just invented beginning to work its magic (it’s gross, don’t try it) but no, this car was real.
You would have thought I wasn’t an active participant in Sunday Funday the way I jumped off that bar stool (again, not recommended) and darted to the door with my Canon. Could the stoplight actually be working with me this time, instead of against me? Certainly, my CTA bus ride home from the bar wouldn’t have enabled such a great photo opportunity.
I don’t know my Tri-Fives like some people, but I know there was no “Fifty-Seven Biscayne” that Joni Mitchell sings of, with that model arriving the next year. Doesn’t matter. I still love a clean ’57 Chevy, and “Court and Spark” is always a good listen. When the light changed, and as this car moved slowly eastward on Irving Park Rd., it had me wishing for just a few more frames.
Wrigleyville, Chicago, Illinois.
Sunday, January 9, 2011.