In elementary school I learned that Chicago was named the Windy City not because of the actual wind but because of the "long-winded and boastful speech of Chicago politicians" during the late 1800's (I also learned that Columbus discovered America). But later on Neil Diamond would teach me that "The wind is where I got my roots nah nah nah nah"... whatever that means. Focus.
Very eloquently I would like to say: My Ass. This city is windy. Super windy. I walk to work every day so I would know. Only those annoying Santa Ana winds in Southern California come close. Sure, the politicians are screw balls (Todd Strodger being at the top of the current crap pile) - but before politics were here I am sure the winds were... and I am sure people were bitching and complaining (in their native tongues) about the winds. In the winter it makes the lovely windchill get down to -30, and in the summer it makes the heat feel like a convection oven. It's WINDY in this WINDY CITY.
So if you live here in Chicago you should just let everyone know that age-old politician story is a bunch of crap, and it is really windy here... sometimes.
* OK, I was listening to Neil Diamond while writing this.
5 comments:
Yeah, it is a bit windier here than a lot of other places (OK, most places). But I've been to worse. My strategy is to just continue to ignore the weather - worked for me growing up and I think it will work now.
Where can I pick up a fine can of canned wind?
I didn't even know about the politicians ... I just thought it was the "windy city" because it was a windy city!
Today I learned that it has two meanings.
I heard Buffalo makes are wind look like a grandfather's fart, but I've never been there to verify this. I will say, it's windier than shit up in this piece.
OUR wind, not are wind. Jeez, I hate that grammar error, and I did it myself. A thousand apologies, Liars.
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