For me, the City Council moment that sums up the spirit of Chicago occurred in the wee hours of December 2, 1987.

No, no, you’ve got to give a little something to get a little something. We not only tolerate this condition, we’ve come to like it in a sadomasochistic sort of way.

Of course, I assumed the aldermen got something from Daley for their anti-Reilly votes. Sure enough, one alderman told me his ward got a soccer field. Another said Daley promised TIF funds for a favorite project. But one alderman swore up and down he got nothing.

“But the streets are supposed to be plowed anyway,” I responded.