During the deadly Chicago blackout, I found a freezing 5-year-old boy behind a food truck!
No one ever explains how loud a city becomes when the power dies. People imagine silence—some dramatic, cinematic stillness where the world pauses. That isn’t what happens. Silence isn’t the absence of sound; it’s the sudden clarity of everything you were never meant to hear. The night the blackout swallowed the eastern half of Chicago,…