For me, Chicago is all about the windows. I know. Weird. For some reason, I have blocked out my time there and reduced it all to three major memories:
- Driving Abe's red muscle car for Hebrew School carpool duty
- One weird night of bar-hoping that involved a medieval castle-themed joint
- Brick apartment buildings with leaded glass casement windows
Okay, and Cinnamon buns at Ann Sathers. We can add that as number 4.
But, really, it's the windows that take me back. I see hints of Chicago all the time, in the strangest places: