I went to bed last Thursday night a citizen of Chicago’s 46th Ward. I rose the next…
It was the Saturday before the mayoral election in the Windy City, and my wife and I were in Chicago running errands. Once a month we make our escape from the desolate cornfields and head to the Second City for shopping, groceries and dinner. Over the years we have started to buy organic, so we always hit Whole Foods Market on North Avenue before heading for home. When we arrived, the parking lot was so jammed packed that it seemed like they were giving away food.
I was already in a pissed-off mood.
(To the tune of John Cooper Clarke’s classic, “Evidently Chickentown.”
Warning: Foul Language Ahead.)
Charlie Chaplin made just one motion picture in Chicago, but that was enough to get an auditorium…