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Chapter Four
Chapter Four CHAPTER FOUR Mockingbird turned out to be a trendy lounge sandwiched between a retail store and a hotel on State, near Wacker, overlooking the river. I spotted the lounge’s classic bulb-illuminated sign, similar to the iconic Chicago Theatre marquee, from across the street but took a moment to savor my favorite view in the city before going inside. Walking down State toward the river, one was hemmed in by tall buildings on both sides until reaching the water. Then the city just opened up, laying itself bare as if to say, “Here I am in all my beauty. Admire me.” At night, the view was especially grand, with the twinkling lights of the Wrigley Building and Trump Tower reflected in the lazy gash of the river, as though a courtier had just unlocked her jewel box and allowed a f
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