
But the trains don’t and the map is. The station is so much bigger and brighter and cleaner than it used to be that it’s replaced foreboding with excitement in the hearts of visitors stepping out into Chicago there. And the map adds to that excitement—it’s a handsome guide to the neighborhood’s architectural wonders that explains where to find them and why they’re worth going out of your way to see.
I realize, given the nature of our existence, that lots of stories start this way. That is to say, given our existence in Chicago, which is to say, given the fact that the CTA isn’t quite reliable.
Bottom line: I wasn’t too surprised when ten minutes of waiting became 12, then 15.
Eventually a muffled voice came over the PA system to inform us what was going on:
“Hsxawc faoaknt xbt aybalf!”


The cab is his "own private little theater for one," he says.
Samarov has promo events upcoming on 10/1 at the Rainbo, 10/4 at Myopic Books, 10/17 at the Mayfair branch library, and 10/26 at the Whistler.
As part of my mission to understand why ordinary Chicagoans don't give a shit as Mayor Rahm tries to turn public school teachers into serfs, I board the Brown Line for the morning rush hour....
