I was invited by the Canadian Consulate to visit Chicago around 10 years ago for a Culture day. I read from The River Midnight and walked the streets, looking at the turn of the century architecture. I was doing research, making notes about the look of the lake. It was called the windy city not only for its breezes, but also because, back in the day, the late 19th c day, the city eminences were always going on about how great Chicago was and how much greater it was going to become. It was built on mud, originally on stilts. I did research in the archives, in the original library with the Tiffany ceiling. I discovered that on hot days, men put wet cabbage leaves under their hats.