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!
The Hood
Last night while riding a Metra train back to Chicago, I heard a guy talking on his cell, saying, “I’ll be back in the hood in about 10 minutes.” Then he got off in Mount Prospect.
I didn’t have the heart to tell him there are no “hoods” in Mount Prospect.
Oh well.
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fmeskitch reblogged this from chicagoismyhometown and added:
He wish he knew what the hood was really like, lol
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