I admire the old businesses that just keep going. This sewing-machine store in Wicker Park was probably discovered by the young, do-it-yourself crowd just in time.
We write a lot about the dynamism of cities but less about the things in them that do not change. The hoary businesses that go undusted for decades; the narrow buildings that are home to the same people for generations, that own their inhabitants from cradle to grave. The old wooden doors locked and unlocked at the same time each day.