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Sensuous Chicago

by Jeff McMahon I have a tiny radio that magically describes events as I come upon them. It started two summers ago. I had just returned to Chicago after some lost decades in the sunkissed West. I was walking on North Clark Street with the earphones…

Nelson Algren’s Secret Muse

By Jeff McMahon
It isn’t hard to love a town for its greater and its lesser towers, its pleasant parks or its flashing ballet. Or for its broad and bending boulevards, where the continuous headlights follow, one dark driver after the next, one swift…