Monument Man
It’s the Saturday before Halloween, and Charlie’s Ale House near DePaul is stuffed with humanity–wall-to-wall and floor-to-ceiling. Cuddly critters, retro archetypes, ethnic stereotypes, cultural icons, sexual fantasies, seasonal monsters, celebrity cartoon characters, and anthropomorphic household objects have climbed tables and chairs to escape sweating onto each other’s greasepaint. It isn’t working. Tom’s exhilarated. People have been buying him gin and tonics all night. “They love me,” he says, and they should: he’s spent uncountable hours sculpting this costume....