Now Departing Uptown, Dirt, Lead, and Arsenic

The clap of thunder and lightning was marvelous overnight, but this perfect storm was just a prelude to the one now touching down at Wilson Yard. Tom Skilling did pick up the weather pattern experienced by all Chicagoans last night and into the early morning. However, this pattern seemed to have come out of nowhere.

Out the door this morning, I noticed the parade of dump trucks heading east on Wilson. At first I considered the plot of Diehard 3 where the dump trucks are departing the New York Fed with a payload of gold. But this is Uptown. Where do we hide our gold?

Of course, the gold in any city is none other than its land. They aren't building new land unless your John Streeter hosting a gala celebration and all your invitees are piles of trash. They must be going to Wilson Yard for there is little chance that 18 dump trucks are necessary to remove all the hot air emitting from Alderman Shiller's office.

And they were. A merry group of rubber, steel, fuel, and the ingenious power of might drawn from the human foot, they marched into our mine and slowly walked away with our gold. Left behind, an air powered amalgamation of dirt, lead, arsenic, and the droll of listless human emotion, is our very own resort of indignation.