I Must Confess A Shameful Secret: I

No One Cared What St. Louis Thought, Although The City Got A Wink For Pluck.

Place Has Always Been Important To Me, And One Thing Today's Chicago Exudes, As It Did In 1893, Is A Sense Of Place. I Fell In Love With The City, The People I Encountered, And Above All The Lake And Its Moods, Which Shift So Readily From Season To Season, Day To Day, Even Hour To Hour.

Leaves Hung In The Stillness Like Hands Of The Newly Dead.

Time Lost Can Never Be Recovered...and This Should Be Written In Flaming Letters Everywhere.

It Was So Easy To Disappear, So Easy To Deny Knowledge, So Very Easy In The Smoke And Din To Mask That Something Dark Had Taken Root. This Was Chicago, On The Eve Of The Greatest Fair In History.