By Steve Rhodes
[UPDATE 11:30 a.m.: The [Endorsement] Papers and The [Rod & Stu] Papers are now posted. The Political Odds have also been adjusted.]
Growing up in Minnesota, my perception of Chicago was of a grim, gray city shrouded in factory smoke and saddled with a perennially lousy football team. My view of Chicago didn’t really change until about 1990, upon several visits to a friend who had taken a job here after college. Mostly, I discovered Chicago’s tightly-packed and vibrant neighborhoods – the bars and narrow streets and graystones and the El running through people’s backyards – and fell in love.
But even in the grim years, I never thought of Al Capone when I thought of Chicago – at least not in any meaningful way beyond the historical. That is, until I moved here in 1992 and heard incessantly in the years that followed – through the media – that Michael Jordan had finally erased the “Capone, bang-bang” association people the world over had with our fair city.
Jordan, we were told, had finally put Capone to rest.
Posted on October 30, 2006