Opening My Eyes To The Real Chicago

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The day started out just as any other day would, wake up, get dressed, eat, and then go off to do what I know best: work. But suddenly my preconceived notion of this day being just like all the rest was thrown out the window. Today, on the third day of the sixth month in the year two thousand and nine was a day, which for me personally, opened my eyes to the real life of Chicago.

My friends and I all love the city of Chicago, with it being a nice get away, and we see the real life of a city. On this day we planned to go to Chicago to witness the world famous Chicago fireworks at Grant Park. After work, my buddies picked me up, in a rather unorthodox way, but let’s not get into that. We go on our merry way from Union to Elgin Metra Station. Running late, we are all annoyed by Elgin’s semi rush hour traffic. We reach the station, and low and behold, there has been a lovely one car accident blocking us from entering the parking lot. We find a spot and hightail it to the waiting dock, for we see our train in the midst. Alas, we climb aboard, and select our seats. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the soothing rock of the train. Right as the Sears tower makes its phenomenal debut, I foresee an eventful evening.

Today was a busy day for all Chicagoans and their visitors. This became apparent as soon as the feet of the commuters hit the dusty cement of the station floor. People are rushing from all exits, reminding me of a clash of cultures, ranging from white collar gentlemen to pacifist Buddhists. This was all through the station. Until we see the glimmering sun reflected on the windows of the Sears tower, which rises above us along the shores of the Chicago River. The trek down to Grant Park was rather uneventful. As we reached the park,...

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... cop sitting atop. Cops on horses, what a sight to see, I for some strange reason found this utterly hysterical, further ahead there was a line of them. All the police gladly sitting atop their faithful steed watch as the sight see-ers flock. It was much like this entirely back to the station. Once I see that familiar Chicago Bridge, I know we are almost out, relief sets in.

While waiting outside of Union Station for our train, we overhear a couple talking about last year’s fireworks on the same day. Come to find out, the previous year there was a gang shooting or gang war of some sort, and many were killed. Suddenly the draft of police seemed to make sense, but the next question arose, why if there was a gang war, would people want to go next year. Well, the taste of Chicago answered that question, as well as filled and stomachs and delighted our taste buds.

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