When I was growing up in Rock Island, Chicago was the nearest big city, a three hour's drive across the prairie, so we went quite often. My Spanish class drove there to see La Casa de Bernarda Alba, the Garcia Lorca play. My parents took me to the Museum of Science and Industry for my birthday trip one year. In college I drove out for my brief modeling career, and later to apply for jobs on Michigan Avenue. After Los Angeles, it's the city where I feel most at home.
And, surprising for the Midwest, there's a lot of beefcake art. Here are the top 10 public penises:
Boris Vallejo's depictions of Conan with his legs being hugged by naked ladies.
More after the break.
No wonder Carl Sandburg called it "The City of Big Shoulders"