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My Kind of Town

And another kind of anniversary. What a difference a decade makes. On how ten years ago, to my surprise, I became a Chicagoan.

At Home in Bedford Falls

I will never be George Bailey. My tolerance for others and wisdom with money leave a lot to be desired. But we have one thing in common: we’ve both had the punishing desire to run away. Try as he might, George never did manage to follow his dreams out of old Bedford Falls. In the end, that turned out to be a good thing.