It's good to have photographs like this around to remind me why I left Chicago,
twice.
At times it seemed like Chicago was a giant black hole
relentlessly sucking me in, even before I was living in America.
I well remember the awful "Noo Joisey" accent of a recruiter calling me
at two thirty in the morning to tell me about a job in Chicago as I and my family in New Zealand were trying
to sleep; whether she did this out of ignorance or lack of respect I'll
never know, but even then I knew enough about Chicago's climate not to
want to live there.
Nevertheless, after nine months in the
country, and the death of the first high-tech company that I was working
at, I landed work with Motorola in Chicagoland, that great expanse stretching
from Gary in Indiana, all the way up to the Wisconsin border, and perhaps
beyond.
After 12 months I quit and headed to the gentler climes
of New Jersey, only to land up in Chicago yet again, after the death of
another company. Eighteen more months and another commercial
entity's near-death experience, and I moved down to a new job in Evanston,
which is where this photo of downtown Chicago was taken from.
On the far right of the photo is the Sears Tower, in the center the John
Hancock center, which I always thought was more attractive than the Sears
Tower, and on the extreme left you can just make out one of Indiana's few
remaining steel mills belching out steam and smoke.
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