We're in Lake County, Illinois ----- not far from Lake Michigan (SURF, GULLS) where storms can come up suddenly and a casual outing on a sailboat (STORM) can turn suddenly to drama (RIGGING, CRIES OF ALARM, STORM) and a man who spent the week at a desk suddenly needs to be a hero (FN: BATTEN DOWN THE MIDSHIPS & STOW THE GROMMETS!) and sails the boat safely to harbor in Evanston (WOMAN: My Hero! MAN: Really, it was nothing.) (BOAT HORN) ----- and that's how it is in Chicago ----- a city on the move (CAR CORNERING, MACHINE GUN) where you find human life in all its colors ----- a writer sits in a cold water flat (DRIPPING) listening to a leaky faucet as the El comes around the corner (EL SQUEALING) and upstairs a blues singer (BLUES) airs out the hurt, the longings of his soul, and at the Field Museum of Natural History, a German U-boat dives (KLAXON, GERMAN VOICES) and at Wrigley Field, the Chicago Cubs (CROWD) climb their way up that slippery slope that leads toward a World Championship (BATTED BALL, CROWD ROAR) and at the Shedd Aquarium (BUBBLER) enormous carnivorous fish circle in the tanks looking at large people from Iowa (OMINOUS BASS MUSIC) and on the 93rd floor of the Sears Tower, (CREAKING) those Iowans notice that the building does move in a high wind (CREAKING) and out on Lake Michigan, a public radio announcer at the helm of a 16-foot sailboat (STORM, RIGGING) pilots it through the perfect storm as enormous sharks (SFX) snap at the tiller, and Germans raise the periscope (PERISCOPE, GERMAN MUTTERING) and fire a torpedo (SFX) that misses by inches (SFX) as he brings his family safe to shore, to be welcomed by the regimental piper. (BAGPIPE) And an honor guard firing a salute. (RIFLE SALUTE) And rockets rise into the evening sky (ROCKETS). Just another day here in Chicago.