The Face of Chicago

I love my city. It's an emotion I couldn't hide, not even at gunpoint. I was born, raised and educated in Chicago and even slipped into a good career right here. Then, duties and dreams lured me away. But duties get boring, and dreams. . . well, dreams have a way of fizzling or coming true regardless of where you are. So I came back to my sweet home and found that it feels even better than before. Chicago is truer to itself and on the verge of good things. The difference has got to be the people: the natives, transplants, immigrants and visitors. They give Chicago its savor and make up its face. It's a composite face, an amalgam, a fusion and, at times, a confusion of the people living and passing through here. We are Chicago. And here we are!