I used to live in Chicago. Oak Park (I think Hemingway refered to it as a town of broad lawns and narrow minds) is a pleasant suburb with little to recommend it other than the fact that it has loads and loads of Frank Lloyd Wright houses and some rich, somewhat lefty people for whom regulation is the answer to everything. Basically, they want their world to be perfectly preserved for their sensibilities and screw the rest of us. These are people who buy a Wright house, knowing that it's famous, and then whine about how tourists walk by and look at it or take pictures of it. It's kinda like a midwestern version of Cambridge Mass, if you can imagine such a thing.