It’s a perfect summer day. You get on the train and take it to Ogilvie. Exit to the east, jump on a water taxi cruising up and down the river. Sit back for a few minutes and let your gaze linger along the canyon of buildings, the baroque bulk of the opera house giving way to glass and steel reflecting the sun’s riverine twinkles. Step off, and be surrounded by White Sox fans and tourists alike, ready to enter a gleaming new stadium.
Sound like a slice of heaven? Maybe too good to be true? Well, as of right now, that reality exists entirely in the ink of artists, the meanderings of dreamers, and the flashing dollar signs in the eyes of developers and owners.