I moved to Chicago seven years ago for a job I didn’t think I’d keep. The plan was simple: two years, three tops, then back to somewhere warmer. But this city has a way of anchoring you. It’s not just the skyline, though seeing the Sears Tower (I refuse to call it Willis) pop out of the fog on a fall morning still gets me. It’s the $6 Old Fashioned in Logan Square that would...