Black Wednesday in Chicago: Out with the Old, In with the New
Yesterday I was tip-toeing along a three-foot-wide, ice-covered trail that clings to the south wall of the Grand Canyon—that’s right: It’s Thanksgiving, Southwestern-style, for The Chaser—about to inform The Creative Director that my terror barrier had been breached. To take my mind off the slip-sliding nature of that short-lived adventure (my Enough’s Enough barometer peaked when a pack of mules stalled in front of us on the trail; their refusal to budge seemed like a good time to cut our losses), I reflected on that nightlife invention and blatant marketing scheme known as Black Wednesday…