There's Something So Relentless And Foul About

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.

There's Something So Relentless And Foul About Hitler And His People, And The Way Things Progressed From Year To Year. It Just Got To Me In The Strangest Way.

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.

I Must Confess A Shameful Secret: I Love Chicago Best In The Cold.