Coming home to Chicago from the plains can be jarring, especially on a dim and rainy day. Today, the clouds hung low in the air, obscuring the tops of the skyscrapers. Buildings stood grim and cheerless in the failing light.
So-called improvement projects presented themselves with sinister effrontery, smacking of the dirty deals and ineptitude that make Chicago “progress” oxymoronic. Whether the city can be improved upon hardly matters, in a way. For this is home, this scene of many woes and many glories.