microwind

I am no stranger to wind. Growing up in the Chicago area, strong wind was a fact of life: flanked by the Great Plains on three sides and a Great Lake on the fourth, Chicago is called the “Windy City” for a reason. I will never forget one autumn day, walking around a street corner at the base of the Sears Tower (the Burj Khalifa of its day) and being stopped in my tracks by the wind – so