I was saddened to learn the famous Chicago Stockyards closed a long time ago. They were such a defining element of Chicago. Carl Sandburg immortalized them in his poem Chicago.
Hog Butcher for the World,
Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
Player with Railroads and the Nation’s Freight Handler;
Anything left at all? Any meat packing plants? The railroad spur that brought in the cattle? A museum?