Books
February, 1987
Everyone living north of 1-80 who's already suffering from Cabin fever this year, raise his hand. I thought so. Me, too. I've done a 20-year stretch so far in Chicago. In mild, sensible weather, I love it more than anywhere else. In winter, a season that covers a lot of ground here, I hate it. Forget the cold. It's the dull, tin-can sky for days on end, with not even a pale, weak sun shining through, and being trapped inside that get to me. After a while, as a semimasochistic act, I start readin...
