Bells and Whistles I wandered lonely as a cloud that floats on high o'er vales and pillows,
When all at once I saw a crowd: a host of golden armadillos.
A sad but not uncommon sight in Chicago these days. This one is on the Gold Coast, on what I'm pretty sure used to be this location.
At this rate, everyone will be moving downtown. But where are they all going to eat?