If loving Chicago is like loving a woman with a broken nose, as Nelson Algren famously wrote, then January is the time when the bandages come off and we discover that the bones didn’t set quite right. Another humiliating Bears season has finally, mercifully come to an end just as yet another arctic winter ramps up, marooning us in our houses with folding chairs protecting our parking spots and Rahm reelection ads inundating our televisions.
“Salvage”by Kevin Leahy
“I never said a word about what I knew, only repeated ‘I’m sorry’ as she mourned for a father she never knew.”
