“Whenever I told some guy from Bridgeport where I lived, I had to pretend I didn’t notice the “of course you do” hovering silently on the tip of his tongue.” — Martha Bayne Copy Share Image
“Oh, honey. Eventually, you’ll get used it. You’ll start to realize that’s just the smell of Chicago in summer.” — Martha Bayne Copy Share Image
“I’m going to miss the service,” Holden says. “This was the Rolls Royce of hardware stores. It was the Last of the Mohicans.” — Martha Bayne Copy Share Image
“Both teams had rosters of interchangeable millionaires — but the Chicago papers that day had told stories of cash-strapped Clevelanders selling their tickets to… — Martha Bayne Copy Share Image
“A flâneur knows that the wrong way to use the city is actually the right way.” — Martha Bayne Copy Share Image
“Reflected in “The Bean,” the city exists within the Rust Belt as a postmodern “funhouse” of the twentieth century.” — Martha Bayne Copy Share Image
“You want everyone on the block to know you as “That Jimmy, good fella. Salt of the earth, give you the shirt off his… — Martha Bayne Copy Share Image
“Whenever I told some guy from Bridgeport where I lived, I had to pretend I didn’t notice the “of course you do” hovering silently… — Martha Bayne Copy Share Image
