We’d exit Second City well after midnight wound up from a night of washing dishes and slinging drinks discussing which bar, diner or whose apartment we’d be wiling away our late night hours. Before we knew it our feet had carried us to the North Avenue Beach. We’d keep walking with the lake to our left the Chicago skyline before and we wouldn’t stop until we were on the post-apocalyptic empty streets of Chicago’s Loop.
I had a night proofreading job in a law firm's word-processing department in the late 80s. It was located in the Sears Tower and then moved to La Salle Street. Leaving work at 12:30 AM and walking to the subway I smelled the Blommer chocolate too. I wondered why I didn't smell it during the day when I arrived at work. I can't remember how, pre-internet, I found out where the smell was coming from. IIRC it was all the way across the Loop from where I was.
I had a night proofreading job in a law firm's word-processing department in the late 80s. It was located in the Sears Tower and then moved to La Salle Street. Leaving work at 12:30 AM and walking to the subway I smelled the Blommer chocolate too. I wondered why I didn't smell it during the day when I arrived at work. I can't remember how, pre-internet, I found out where the smell was coming from. IIRC it was all the way across the Loop from where I was.