The whole neighborhood concept of Chicago was new to me. In Phoenix, when you're entering Scottsdale, there's a sign that says, Welcome to Scottsdale, and when you drive to Tempe, there's a Welcome to Tempe sign. I always enjoyed sitting at Mother Hubbard's after work with coworkers who would argue whether or not they lived in Lincoln Park or Lakeview, as if that half block determined their caste. I preferred to think that Diversey & Pine Grove was North Streeterville. I thought that way until I got lost outside of Buddy Guy's bar one night, and found out what it really meant to be "white meat on black street."