A true story · still being written
One block noticed a bus that never comes.
This is their petition, live on Chicago's public record — every word below comes from the record itself.
Walk it. About a minute.
One neighbor, one sentence, out loud. That's how every walk starts.
Two languages, one block. The talk is where the sentence grows teeth.
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The co-organizer drafts; the neighbors own every word.
What comes next — still unwritten
Still unwritten. At its threshold this petition gets hand-delivered to the alderperson's desk — dated, on the record. Your name moves it closer.
Still unwritten. Delivery starts a public 60-day clock on the answer. Silence gets a date too.
Still unwritten. The answer — or the silence — lands here forever. Records never delete; mistakes get corrected in the open.
Live now · the same petition you just walked