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Chicago. The Windy City. City of the Big Shoulders. Its motto is Urbs In Horto (City in a Garden), though our
famous columnist Mike Royko once noted that it ought be changed to Ubi Es Mea (Whereߣs Mine?). It’s
a city of world-famous architecture, and a city where the residents put out ratty old kitchen chairs to reserve their
parking spots on snowy days. Love it, hate it, you cannot remain indifferent to Chicago. I invite you to come along with
me on some of my peregrinations around the city.
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