Why do you love your hometown? Besides the fact that my best friends, family, and cat all are there. Downers Grove, Illinois…Well, I’ll answer this in terms of a sort of metaphor. There’s a house down the street from mine that had a giant tree-carving of a woman in the front yard for as long as I can remember. I always felt that she captured everything about Downers Grove fairly accurately. She was about 10 feet tall, pretty ugly, and he would re-paint her for every season. She was a Downers Grove landmark. For Grammy season she was Lady Gaga, at Christmas she was a weird elf with a lot of cleavage, at Halloween she was a witch. Her boobs also got progressively pointier which was confusing. We took a lot of selfies with her back in the day. When my brother asked the man’s son what was up with the carving he said “uhh I don’t know, my dad likes to carve.” Unfortunately, when the man moved not too long ago (at that point she was obviously painted as a real estate agent) he had to cut her down. I was devastated. I still am. Take that as you will. Also, that’s not a metaphor anymore–it was in my head though.