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She's been the reigning Queen of Bubbles for 8 years. What started her on this path? "I had a vision." If she set up the bubbles, the tips would come. And she was right. Linda says the bubbles do the work. "It's like the Pied Piper's call!" She lives full time as a bubble connoisseur, moving between Chicago and New Orleans. Fun fact: The best bubble-blowing weather is overcast and even slightly rainy. That's when the colors really shine. Rainy day birthday parties are no match for Bubble Lady Linda. I first spotted Linda biking with her cheery cart to Lincoln Square preparing to start the day's work. When I happenstance ran into her again, I knew we needed to speak. Linda's presence is like her hair; Bold and vivacious, but soothing. I witnessed her gentle patience in directing a high energy child, splashing his wand into a sudsy bucket and whipping out a knotted mess. Time after time she stepped forward and untangled his tool.
High up among the heather-clad hills which form the broad dividing barrier between England and Scotland, the little river Esk brawls and bickers over its stony bed through a wild land of barren braesides and brown peat mosses, forming altogether some of the gloomiest and most forbidding scenery in the whole expanse of northern Britain. Almost the entire bulk of the counties of Dumfries, Kirkcudbright, and Ayr is composed of just such solemn desolate upland wolds, with only a few stray farms or solitary cottages sprinkled at wide distances over their bare bleak surface, and with scarcely any sign of life in any part save the little villages which cluster here and there at long intervals around some stern and simple Scottish church. Yet the hardy people who inhabit this wild and chilly moorland country may well be considered to rank among the best raw material of society in the whole of Britain; for from the peasant homes of these southern Scotch Highlands have come forth, among a host of scarcely less distinguished natives, three men, at least, who deserve to take their place in the very front line of British thinkers or workers—Thomas Telford, Robert Burns, and Thomas Carlyle. By origin, all three alike belonged in the very strictest sense to the working classes; and the story of each is full of lessons or of warnings for every one of us: but that of Telford is perhaps the most encouraging and the most remarkable of all, as showing how much may be accomplished by energy and perseverance, even under the most absolutely adverse and difficult circumstances.
