Blue Island

Some articles on blue island, island:

Blue Island (Metra)
... The Blue Island Metra station is the terminus of the Metra Electric Metra line from downtown Chicago, Illinois to Blue Island, Illinois ... Metra station over the road serves Metra's Rock Island District, which service splits here to the north most trains run via the Suburban Line, with some rush-hour trains heading north-east ... Blue Island and Vermont Street stations share the same parking facilities and bus connections ...
Prairie Street (Metra)
... Prairie Street Station (also known as Prairie Street – Blue Island Station) is one of four Metra railroad stations in Blue Island, Illinois along the ...
Chicago Surface Lines - Routes
... Belmont Halsted January 9, 1945 Converted to trolley bus Blue Island-26th 26th Kenton Monroe Dearborn May 11, 1952 Blue Island-Wells North Clark Blue Island. 4, 1949 Through Route 5 North Damen Avenue Fullerton Damen Blue Island Damen May 13, 1951 South Damen Avenue 47th Damen 74th Damen January 26, 1948 Diversey Avenue Pulaski Diversey ... Milwaukee Edmunds 63rd State September 14, 1924 Through Route 6 Stony Island Avenue Navy Pier 64th Harper June 29, 1951 Taylor-Sedgwick-Sheffield Taylor ...
Blue Island, Illinois - Further Reading
... Blue Island, Illinois The History of a Working Class Suburb ... Blue Island The Blue Island Historical Society ... The Lions Club of Blue Island (1962) ...

Famous quotes containing the words island and/or blue:

    The shifting islands! who would not be willing that his house should be undermined by such a foe! The inhabitant of an island can tell what currents formed the land which he cultivates; and his earth is still being created or destroyed. There before his door, perchance, still empties the stream which brought down the material of his farm ages before, and is still bringing it down or washing it away,—the graceful, gentle robber!
    Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)

    At twelve, the disintegration of afternoon
    Began, the return to phantomerei, if not
    To phantoms. Till then, it had been the other way:
    One imagined the violet trees but the trees stood green,
    At twelve, as green as ever they would be.
    The sky was blue beyond the vaultiest phrase.
    Wallace Stevens (1879–1955)