I am lucky to be teaching in the heart of one of the world’s greatest cities.
Every now and then, I get to work early enough to take the rush-hour bus. Because I teach in the evenings, this is not common. The bus drops me off on Upper Wacker street and Wabash avenue, right by the river. Because of the straight flow of the river and the city design which has placed some of our most magnificent sky-scrapers and other buildings, the scene resembles a glittering and ominous canyon. On a clear day, with the sun bright and shining on the buildings’ windows, it looks more like a painting than something real. I have worked in this location for over three years, and yet this experience still catches me off guard, stuns me, and reminds me that I love Chicago.
Natural Causes 
Ain’t nothing like Chi city!
Damn. I almost forgot. She is breathtaking. For me, it’s this homeless man on the corner of Wabash/Randolph. He’s there with his Sax on warmer days playing the same sad song. Yet, walking down the street, hearing the L pass over my head, feeling the rythymn of people rushing past me……There is something magnificent and lonely, violent and stoic, about Chicago.