There’s this really popular bar a few blocks away from my new apartment called the Map Room.  Maps hang from the walls and on the tables.  There’s a stack of map books and neighborhood directories in every corner.  I was in there last week and looked through an Edgewater Chicago neighborhood guide.  I don’t spend a lot of time in Edgewater.  In fact, I wouldn’t even really be able to tell where Edgewater is other than it’s by the edge of the water.  Still, I was sitting on a stool, waiting for my friends to show up and I didn’t want to keep drinking and drinking.  A dim, dank bar isn’t the best place to read, I’m aware, but I could still make out the colors of the maps and the printed text underneath them.  It wasn’t anything really that interesting.  Just information about the hotels and restaurants and cafes and everything else in that neighborhood.  There’s more there than I thought, but it still doesn’t make me want to go visit.  I’ve had friends who have lived up in Edgewater and I’ve visited their places, but I didn’t know at the time that this was Edgewater.  They’ve since moved, but it was good to know I suppose.