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On a mission to prove that one doesn't need a coast to have a good time, Adam searches high and low for the finest in Midwestern entertainment. From amateur plays in dusty church basements to four-star Gold Coast posh-fests, Adam proves that Chicago, to quote one former mayor, "ain't no sissy town."
Most of the time Adam can be found lounging in North Side karaoke/tiki bars tossing back pots of black coffee and discussing ways to improve traffic on the Kennedy. (Adios merging, hello gliding.) Adam has terrible handwriting but has signed his name on enough dotted lines not to to worry about what the fine folks at Visa have to say about it. They get their cash. Besides, Chicagoans have more important issues to worry about than penmanship. Such as hot dogs. Or pizza. Or Laurie Metcalf.
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