The bus takes the curve on Wacker Drive, past Tribune Tower, past the new Apple store. A boy, perhaps eight , whips out his phone, shouts, Look! It’s the Tower! He takes a photo, carefully fitting T the final M and P on the phone frame, click-clicks, turns to siblings to ask, Anyone got some dynamite?
This is Chicago, so we smile.
This golden boy with his family (father, mother, two siblings) on holiday, freckled and free, with eyes as blue
