Everyday when I go to work, I look out over the ledge at the red neon sign. Jesus Saves, it tells me. Jesus saves. God bless.

It's one of my favorite landmarks in this city of mine. Some would tell me to claim the Sears tower or any number of lovely experiences to be had in this lovely city. I just want that Jesus saves sign that flickers with tacky neon. There's a story as to why I'll always carry that with me, tucked away in my memories.

It's just by a curl in the El and my friend came to Chicago just to see me, just to ride the El train. He comes from Jesus-land and tells me, leaning over so the rest of the rain won't hear him, "That's the whorehouse."