Crawling To The Wreckage
Chicago and me, we’ve got a good thing going. It’s a marriage of comfort and convenience, not of passion, and I am not faithful, but Chicago doesn’t seem to care. Chicago is perfectly aware that whenever I come up with a little extra money or some airline has a sale, there I go, winging off into the wild blue to see my first and still true love among cities, with my heart pounding all through the plane’s long descent as I gaze down on that island of steep regulated canyons gleaming below....