This time last week, I was driving with AK and our friends Craig and Elizabeth back from Chicago. It was my third trip to the Chicagoland area, and whilst there I couldn't help but feel nostalgic. Not only was I reminded of adventures I had on past visits in the 80s (we ate at Ginos East and drove past BaBaLu -- home of the great tapas debacle) and the 90s (They changed the name of the Sears Tower, Wicker Park has become totally gentrified), but also was haunted by memories that weren't mine. All sorts of things reminded me of things that happened in John Hughes films.
And now he's dead.
Another memory came at the Art Institute of Chicago, where we met a security guard with the worst job in the gallery. He had to stand beside a floor mounted piece that was situated around a blind corner to warn people not to "step on the art." The sculpture was situated outside of a room where Bruce Nauman's Clown Torture played on a continuous loop. So for hours, this poor man had to listen to the sounds of a screaming clown while repeating the mantra "please don't strp on the art."
I was also reminded that for at least four years of high school, I kept this picture of Bruce Nauman in my locker.

Bruce Nauman then looked a little like Jim Kerr from Simple Minds, who as we all know, had a big hit song on the Pretty in Pink soundtrack.