I LOVE Chicago. I love the people that fight and claw their way through the streets, the checkered and yellow cabs on a rainy day with their tops looking like shiny patent leather shoes on parade, the sharp whistle of the cop on the corner and the crazy pattern of traffic that darts unexpectedly from nowhere accompanied by the agonizing blare of horns and the indignant shouts of pedestrians...
Sketch: Vol. 10
, Article 5.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol10/iss1/5