A week ago today we were returning to Chicago from Phoenix, reminiscing about the warm weather and well, the warm weather. Traveling to Phoenix was the first time I had been to the Southwest, and hopefully not my last. The weather was ideal, the people were kind, the city was clean, the scenery was gorgeous. But I can honestly say that as nice of a place as Phoenix is, it was no Chicago. In all its glory and grit, Chicago is a real city and Phoenix just can’t compare to that.