By Mark Schipper In the misty twilight that spread quickly after a blazing sun had set behind a shoulder of mountain near the end of the...

By Mark Schipper Alone in a hotel a continent away from his estranged wife and three children, tortured by the belief he wore a scarlet...

By Mark Schipper There’s no shattered visage on the ground next to Walter Eckersall’s grave marker at Oak Woods cemetery, but the lone...

By Mark Schipper The empty paving stones beneath the golden awning of the Palmer House Hotel in Chicago. photo by Mark Schipper A strange sort of desolation has settled over the legendary Palmer House in the heart of Chicago’s downtown Loop, the hotel where the Big Ten Conference was founded one-hundred twenty-six years ago. When life is as it ought be, that turn east from State Street onto Monroe, where the colossal hotel rises up twenty-five stories in the shape of a blunte