I groused about my the July 3rd festivities in Chicago… but the 4th single-handedly made the trip worthwhile. First stop? Lincoln Park and Lakeview with old college friends Bo and Wallis.
My incredibly gracious host, Susie (former Journal Star intern), invited me to a cookout that her and her friends were throwing in Logan Square. There’s a ping-pong tournament in the basement, and as the sun sets and the darkness arrives, we climb onto the roof of the brownstone and prepare the artillery.
It’s a 360-degree panorama of the city, with opposing views of downtown Chicago and its never-ending suburbs. And everyone, every man woman and child, is blasting bottle rockets and hurling shells into the air. You find yourself spinning in a circle, careful not to fall off the roof as you look upward. And instead of the paltry 20-minute show from the night before, this is hour upon hour of spectacle. It’s the Fourth of July from every movie you’ve ever seen.