Beneath the Corn Cobs, the tables were all set up at Smith and Wollensky, for all those lucky souls intent on steak dinners tonight.
An organized slumberer occupied a bus shelter on North LaSalle. What’s next, indeed.
A driver awaited his party outside a sleek office building.
Snow had been sequestered at one end of Federal Plaza (note nearby police).
The post office, a glass oasis, filtered the action outside.
From beneath the Flamingo, their voices will rise. How many protests has this bird seen?
Even without seeing the big picture, you know where you are.