Wandering Ways III


If I were to fall in love with Chicago, it would be on Ogden Avenue. Ol' Route 66. Launch pad of a thousand journeys, garden of a million dreams. It grinds out of the sweet southside and heads west, through tenements and bombed-out warehouses. Storefront churches and empty lots rattling with weeds. The old buildings on either side of the road have been there forever. As you cut toward Cicero, you look at storefronts that Dillinger looked at. He could have brought his hot cars right to these old garages. Dillinger, public rock star # 1. The Castle Car Wash is a ghost of the 1930's. I drive west, heading for home, watching the people bundled against the cold getting po' boys and ribs. Two women and a man walk together, past the boarded up temple, him in the middle, all three hugging each other. Cicero, home of Al Capone.

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