Chicago

I give you Chicago. It is not London and Harvard. It is not Paris and buttermilk. It is American in every chitling and sparerib. It is alive from snout to tail.
- H. L. Mencken


Chicago By nights when the yellow salamanders of the EL bend all one way and the cold rain runs with the red-lit rain.

the way the city's million wires are burdened only by lightest snow;

When chairs are stacked and glasses are turned and arc-lamps all are dimmed.

By days when the wind bangs alley gates ajar and the sun goes by on the wind.

By nights when the moon is an only child above the measured thunder of the cars, you may know Chicago's heart at last.

from Nelson Algren's "Chicago: City on the Make

Chicago

Chicago is an October sort of city even in spring.
- Nelson Algren August 13, 1984

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