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The Mag Mile — 5 Comments

  1. I don\’t know if the building just behind (left of) the Wrigley Building has a name, but one of my aunts used to have a condo there. We usually called it the \”dog bone building,\” as it has an indent in the middle of the otherwise rectangular building, making it resemble a dog bone from the top. I loved visiting her, since it had a great view!

    The Mag Mile is definitely worth visiting, even if you\’re just window shopping. There\’s something different about window shopping in Chicago vs. New York, I think. Maybe just the feeling that yeah, one day you could be going into those shops, whereas in NYC it\’s more like hell no, you never will? I guess you can still do the whole \”Breakfast at Tiffany\’s\” thing in Manhattan, but I remember going with the same aunt to Marshall Field\’s, all the way up to their top floor where the fancy ballgowns and furs were… and we were giggling about the prices (and the ugliness of such pricey dresses), when a severe saleswoman came over to ask if she could help us. She wanted to shut us down and kick us out, clearly, but I know my aunt had a smart, scathing reply to this woman, something akin to the Pretty Woman incident with the shitty saleswoman. And then we went downstairs and still bought some Frango mints! Definitely wouldn\’t have done that in Macy\’s.

    • I don\’t know the name of that building either, but it\’s right next to my old health club so I used to walk over there all the time. I\’d get up at 0500 and get on the earliest train I could, work out, and go to work. Man, that was some sleepy commuting. I still get up at 0500 usually, but … well, to be honest, I\’m still sleepy. I hate early mornings. ~fail~

      My dad and I got kicked out of the Hyatt Regency San Francisco (the typewriter building) when I was about nine for riding the elevators up and down (you know those glass ones?). The concierge came over and explained to my father that they were really only for guests.

      Jerkface.

      🙂

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