I was riding on an airplane back to Chicago after visiting Dallas. As the plane took off, the woman next to me started crying uncontrollably. Sometime before ta

I was riding on an airplane back to Chicago after visiting Dallas. As the plane took off, the woman next to me started crying uncontrollably. Sometime before takeoff, she had just learned that her husband was murdered. I got the f_ck out of Chicago. I was robbed in Chicago twice, once successfully, once not. A person was murdered on my street corner, probably because the perpetrator thought they could get away with it because of the victims skin color and the way they looked. I would say to those college kids that they probably don't get out enough. Perhaps they live in a far northern suburb, removed from the problems of the city