Pictures taken by Window-Boy. We were dying of the heat (metaphorically) while many Chicagoans were actually dying of the heat. It was an historic heat wave. The air burned when you inhaled. There had been a city-wide blackout. I walked past all the cars lining the street, quietly idling, with entire families sitting inside, having picnics, mom and dad drinking wine, reading the newspaper, finding relief in the A/C. M. and I sat on the cool linoleum floor in his kitchen, drinking the last of the cold beer which we kept in a cooler with the last of the melting ice. I was moving to New York in a month. I was about to get extremely ill. Everything was ending. I was facing an entirely new life, the great unknown. And the heat wave was so extreme it was almost too hot to touch each other. Almost.
