Over the years, I've begun to like Chicago more. Now, it's one of my favorite places. In the 70s, I remember the windy city as a pile of dirty snow with streets of slush. After having discovered Schaumburg, Cary/Crystal Lake, Oak Park, and Elmhurst, the picture in my mind is "the place where some of the world's beautiful grandchildren live". Let Chicago be windy and slushy. Don't care.
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