Just got back from downtown. I was walking quickly across Michigan Ave., near the Water Tower, when I noticed a group of middle-aged women contemplating whether one can still cross when the light is blinking. One of them said something to the others, looking in my direction. I looked back, and, in case I hadn't heard her, she repeated to her friends, "She's from Chicago, we should follow her lead." Now, while I give Chicago credit for many things--my education, my ability to withstand ridiculously cold temperatures--my crossing ability is not one of them. While I don't usually talk to people I don't know on the street, I informed these women that I am, in fact, from New York.