A couple of years ago I spent a night sitting and watching boats go by on the Chicago River. I don’t remember much except that is was really quiet, and hot as Hell.
It’s always interesting to me when I find a quite spot in Chicago — no matter the hour. At two o’clock in the morning I’ll be walking down State Street by myself, or at one in the afternoon after a snowstorm it’s me, myself and I. Being an area of ten million people, a quiet moment in this grand city is always appreciated.