Last Tuesday, we took the midnight train to
Chicago.
It’s an easy ride, with a bedroom both ways — except I
get the top bunk, which feels like I’m stuffed in a 1942 troop
train heading off to battle the Nazis.
Getting up and down the ladder in cramped quarters gets
tougher each year, especially when the train makes quick jerks and
big sways (this isn’t France with smooth bullet trains — and our
tracks are old and crooked, not unlike Goldman Sachs).
I picture myself crashing through the window some night
and ending up in the gravel along some Godforsaken stretch of
tracks.
But sleeping comes easy with the swaying back and forth.
We’re like a bunch of babies nodding off in a supersized rocking
chair.
The first call for breakfast in the dining car is at 6:30
a.m., with coffee and fresh red carnations on the tables and a
choice of scrambled eggs or freshly cooked oatmeal with plump
golden raisins.
Unlike stopping on the road to eat and losing time, the
train allows a quadrupling of getting things done — you can
simultaneously watch the miles go by, eat breakfast, listen to your
wife and read the newspaper. Or it’s a quintuple if you’re also on
the cell phone or the computer.
Near our destination and chugging through the Chicago rail
yards, I noticed a story-high painting glorifying (!) Osama bin
Laden on the concrete wall of an overpass amid the junk and litter.
It’s a stylized picture, reminiscent of the old paintings of saints
on church walls in Italy.
To some graffiti artist in this sorrier section of town, I
suppose bin Laden is viewed as a hero of the
dispossessed.
On the other side of the tracks, literally, in a cab on
the way to our hotel, we were greeted with tens of thousands of
tulips of every color in full bloom for miles in the city’s
planters on Michigan Avenue.
Our hotel is the grand old Hilton Chicago, facing Lake
Michigan, opened in 1927 with great fanfare. There’s a two-story
Conrad Suite atop the hotel — separate in style from the rest of
the building. Viewed from afar, it looks like an opulent old
mansion erected on the roof. It’s $8,000 per night, plus
tax.
The tulips on Michigan Avenue come with an annual
maintenance cost of $250,000. They’ll be gone in a few days,
replaced with thousands of summer bloomers, and then by truckloads
of mums.
“Flowers make people calm,” said former Mayor Richard M.
Daley, kicking off an effort in 1989 to make Chicago “the greenest
city in America.”
The mayor probably had that backwards. Rather than tulips
making people calm, I think calm people plant tulips, while the
un-calm do things like crack.
Either way, the mayor put the flowers where the people
were already calm, rather than in the killing fields of the
city.
“In 2009, Chicago recorded 458 homicides and New York 471
— when New York’s population is nearly three times as large as
Chicago’s,” reported the Christian Science Monitor last
year.
The murders were on the sorry streets of the city where
there are more prostitutes than tulips.
Even so, I doubt if a “Flowers for the downtrodden” or a
“Tulips for the Fuming” planting effort would have worked to
reverse the city’s escalating murder rate.
In any case, with 500,000 trees already planted and park
space in the city expanded to 7,730 acres, the city is spending $10
million a year on new trees, flowers and shrubbery.
With more parks than any other U.S. city, the annual
budget for the 550 parks is more than $300 million, the largest
parks budget in the nation — nearly a million dollars per
day.
The gardens are supposed to pull people back to the
city.
In the first decade, the 1990s, the population, especially
among yuppies, grew 4 percent, the first decade of growth in 50
years.
New census data, however, show the city’s population down
by 6.9 percent since 2000.
What’s sure not to reverse things is the latest hike in
the state’s corporate income tax rate, a 49 percent jump from 7.3
percent to 10.9 percent.
That gives Illinois, according to the Tax Foundation, “the
highest state corporate income tax rate in America and the highest
combined national-local corporate income tax in the industrialized
world.”
That sounds like a perfect plan to drive away business,
jobs and population — and the money for new tulips.
