By Jim Coffman
The rooftops across the street have long since ceased being part of Wrigley Field’s charm.
Once the first occupant of a particularly cool Lakeview apartment on Waveland or Sheffield was denied entry onto his or her building’s roof because there was money to be made charging outsiders, the wonder that was watching the Cubs from a decent seat outside the ballpark started fading.
And once the last cheap folding chair was broken down and put away after the final three-flat with a view was replaced by a “club” expressly constructed to do business based on views of something going on across the street, the charm was completely gone.
Those chairs were what people sat on back when roof-sitting was a delightful little deal enjoyed by a handful of ballpark neighbors.
It is hard to describe those ridiculous clubs, owned and operated by wealthy Wrigleyville bar and club owners, as anything other than parasites.
Posted on January 28, 2013