Ah, Chicago. How well I remember Daley jr's goons showing up at my little Library on North Ave. to strongarm me for the names of citizens who had come in to register to vote. How well I remember pollwatching in Mr Banks' ward (the only all-white ward in the city) and having the air mysteriously let out of my tires. How well I remember Daley sr. re-politicizing the Library and turn it into patronage jobs when he needed a bunch more jobs. How well I remember the teamster drivers who refused to put our sacks of stuff on the trucks (so I ended up doing it myself). The board Pres putting his mistress in charge of branches. The high official whose wife cleaned a few treasures out of the old main library. The director who was sleeping with the City Treasurer.

You get addicted to stress like anything else. I'm still detoxing from working for the City, much as I miss so many things about the city otherwise.