I love Chicago. I weep for Chicago.

I love Chicago. It was my adopted Big City even before I met my Chicago-native wife. Her family are deep Chicago. Irish-Catholic West Siders (until the red zoning). We moved there in 1980. All our kids were born there. We moved out nineteen years ago... yesterday. Had to make some hard changes to do so, and our new life was never as comfortable or balanced as our life in the windy city; I regret much in life, but not that move.

I weep for Chicago, as Jesus wept for doomed Jerusalem. Yes, its corrupt kings and dependent class chose to burn, but I would not wish it for all the good people who live there.

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