I was born in Chicago. I attended the University of Illinois at Chicago. I had a lot of fun in Chicago. I was, at age 24, one of the youngest administrative staff members of Rush-Presbyterian-St. Luke’s Medical Center in Chicago. I met my wife in Chicago, and I was married in Chicago, at St. Hyacinth’s.

But all that being said, I got the hell out of Chicago more than two decades ago, and while I miss some things (Italian Beef sandwiches and pizza), I wouldn’t move back on a bet.

It was in the process of becoming a socialist state 25 years ago, and it’s only gotten worse and worse – higher taxes, more crime, bigger and less-effective government, fewer rights, more corruption. (In fact, my former landlady’s grandson became an alderman, right up until his indictment and subsequent conviction.)

Put another way, “That’s not the Chicago I knew.”

And that’s not what I want for America.

Scott