The old fable of the frog and the scorpion ends with the scorpion stinging the frog midstream and when the frog ask why as now both will die, explains, “Because it’s my nature.” Interpretations of the fable (such as this one) tend to go hard on the scorpion.
Chicago didn’t know it wanted or needed a museum of narrative art until Lucas came along and offered us one, and half the city didn’t know that even then. Personally, I think a museum of narrative art probably beats a parking lot, though you know what they say about parking lots—a parking lot is a utilitarian space that can always become a lot nicer until something finally gets built on it that’ll be there forever even though it isn’t.
