Chicago. A city by right. High class. Artists. Anything in between. Mingle.

"There they were -- seated sedately at their gourmet dinner tables -- starched, stern, and prepared to be bored.

This irked me. My prejudices flared. I stepped out into the dining room to vent my resentments, pressing close to bodies that were not accustomed to being pressed upon.

Then, I started to touch them. My hands! were all over them. I thought of climbing atop their tables and tramping through their entrees ... but managed to restrain myself.

And, as my passions maneuvered through the verses, transformation took place. I saw that under the crust these well-heeled people were no different than me; day-to-day folks who had lived their dreams and made their money just as I someday hoped to live mine and make a little too."