You can belong to New Orleans. You can belong to Boston or San Francisco. You might conceivably – however clandestinely – belong to Philadelphia. But you can't belong to Chicago any more than you can belong to the flying saucer called Los Angeles. For it isn't so much a city as it is a drafty hustler's junction in which to hustle awhile and move on out of the draft.

That's why the boys and girls grow up and get out.