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Scraps of the Past 15 November 2007
 
So I am a Chicagoan now. And I'm feeling a bit ambivalent about it. From afar, this place held so much promise. It was the big loveable home of the Cubs, the shimmering city by the lake, the heart and soul of the midwest. The reality has been considerably different. I am drowning in the bigness of this place. I can drive an hour in any direction and never actually leave. It is a giant grid of urbanity, and I am speck within it--atomically small, motionless, trapped.

At moments like this, I tend to step backward in time, revisit the emotional terrain of happier days. It might seem odd that such a trip would take me to a heap of scrap metal on a lonely street in Alliance, Nebraska. But so it is, and so am I.

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