Marina City Photo courtesy of Steven Dahlman
Chicago, IL—Today this city is a total mess. With the highest taxes anywhere and city services at an all time low the productive Chicago taxpayers have fled elsewhere. There are empty office and apartment buildings everywhere.
Today nobody can drive in and conduct business without dealing with parking rate tax extortion, lousy traffic and most conversations surround the effort to move out of the once great metropolis.
Today the city is run by thieves, the Loony Left along with slow-witted, middle-aged former Black Panthers. It was not always that way.
In the 1960s and 70’s the city was run by Mayor Richard J. Daley. Most Chicagoans including myself had a strong affection for modern Chicago’s father. The best kept secret is that Daley and those closest to him were what we’d today call Blue Dog Democrats. They were somewhat pro-labor and that’s where it ended.
The old man died and the best part of his son who is the mayor today ran down his father’s leg at the time of conception.
In the days of my youth there was no better place to be than downtown on St. Patrick’s Day. It was always celebrated on the 17th of March no matter what day of the week it fell upon. It was an unofficial holiday. No boss could get away with holding employees hostage so everyone could and did celebrate.
During the 1970s I was a happy lad with a great one-bedroom apartment at Marina City. That parade and every other began at my door on State Street, straight to Congress Street on the South.
Green beer was everywhere and the vegetable dye was dumped in the river turning it bright green. All the hot women turned into wild sexual predators. The experience was incredible. There were so many parties to attend and they were mandatory. We’d watch great dancers do the Irish Jig and watch many of our silly friends make total fools of themselves trying to learn to dance while under the influence.
Chicagoans all had wild sex with strangers, along with huge corned beef and cabbage dinners somewhere. That would last as they drank until it was time to hug the commodes. There were few police problems and a good time was had by all.
Today the parade is always on a Saturday, it runs down Michigan Avenue and it is a big so what.