grave architecture

Spent my weekend in Chicago, Illinois. I’d never been there in my life, yet, ironically enough, it’s the first place I’ve ever been to. I was conceived there, by a banker at First Chicago Bank and a server at Wendy’s.

My parents always told me I was made in Chicago. I had no idea what that meant, as a kid. I imagined being assembled, or at best concocted in a lab. I’d boast to all my grade school friends that I was made in Chicago. When I found out the implications of that at the age of 11, I had my first mini-heart attack. I wonder what adults would think when I’d brag about being “made, not born” in Chi-town.