A highlight of my Omaha childhood was a trip to the architecturally rich city of Chicago, which my parents promised every Crotty kid — there were six — once he or she reached the age of eight. Though the trip also included a visit to the Museum of Science and Industry — the Prenatal Development exhibit was a wonder to this Catholic boy — and a tailored suit at Brooks Brothers, the big draw for me was gaping up the legendary “Big John,” or John Hancock Center, then the world’s tallest building outside New York.
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