Chicago Tribune writes an editorial love poem about the city so that visitors from the IOC may see through the lousy weather and mud to what we’re all about:
Unusual things happen here…In the middle of the night a while ago, someone chopped up an airport runway with bulldozers, sending a message about who controls public ground. The damage was repaired with a park.
Some American cities are run by billionaires and some American cities are run by hacks. Chicago is the only one with a democratically elected king. He does not dress, talk, or act the role, but don’t let that deceive you. If he points and says, “Let there be Olympics facilities now, here and here and here!” there will most certainly be Olympics facilities now, here and here and here! (He can, after all, make airports disappear!)
It’s a gem of hyperbole and jingoism in the best traditions of newspaper journalism by someone in suspenders. It’s an editorial likely to make old ladies weep and men in fedoras order another round of highballs (if old ladies, among others, read the paper anymore, or if men still wore fedoras).