I was born and raised in Chicago, IL and thus by logical standards can never truly be a tourist in my own lands. Or can I? I can perform the rituals of tourism and thus see my city through costume lenses. Yesterday, I went on a trolley tour of my home town and learned some incredible things about the fine metropolis that raised me.
My tour guide John, was a novice historian who knew everything you could ever want to know about this great city. He is an older man from the Bridgeport neighborhood of Chicago's south side.
John spent almost ten years digging up the history of the Logan memorial on S. Michigan which, as he discovered, still holds the tomb of Union general, Logan. John said it took him that long to find a Chicago Park District worker who knew the facts. Now that's dedication. We wondered if Logan Square, the neighborhood I grew up in, might also be named after this individual.
John's friend passed him these old glass bottles that were manufactured in the Wacker bottling factories. Wacker Drive takes its name from this particular wealthy business man. The bottles were dug up from the construction of The Art Institute's modern wing!
Look, the native ethnographer, in his natural habitat. What a splendid sight. Note his smile and posture, quite indicative of a Chicagoan, proud of his roots.
