I’m grieving for my favourite American metropolis, Chicago.
I ought to say it was my favourite American metropolis. It’s fallen on laborious occasions now, very laborious occasions.
Probably not fallen both. It’s been pushed down by a collection of feckless mayors and an unharnessed woke tradition that perverts the brusque brawn and historic broad-shouldered, productive prominence of the Windy Metropolis.
I’ve lived and labored there a number of occasions over a few years with quite a few fond recollections of which extra later. It’s a…