I've never been to Chicago, I am an East Coast boy. There was never any need to visit growing up; there was no family, no friends.
Chicago has been a recurring theme since moving to New York City. It has been the subject of friends' present and future homes, books I have read, visits of friends and coworkers.
The book I recently read was nothing short of amazing. A very good friend of mine said of the book that she "gets a very good feeling when I hold it." The Devil in the White City, by Erik Larson is that book.
After reading this book and becoming so enamored with Chicago, I have very much wanted to see it close up. Wow, a White City?!
I got a chance to "see" the city of Chicago as my flights for the Christmas holidays took me through O'Hare. From New York City the flight plan took us northwest to London, Ontario, through southern Michigan, and then our decent over Lake Michigan into Chicago. The clouds covered the entire sky below the plane and looked like you could fall into them and sleep the most comfortable sleep. As the clouds opened up, you could see the lake underneath and as you looked out you found a discovery in the clouds. A beautiful city rising above the white, floating.
Chicago was covered in fog and snow. We made our decent and dark lines in the white became the scraped and salted roads. It was the only thing other than the white.
About an hour later, I headed for another white city...