When I was a lad of 17, I went on a cross-country tour with other teens starting from New York City. We took a train to Chicago, arriving in the morning, and were given a short bus tour of the city. Drove past the Clark Street garage which was still standing at the time (1967) and while I was impressed, I had had no sleep the night before, so Chicago for me was mostly a series of yawns and itchy eyes. But I survived it which is more than Bugs Moran's goons did. Wish they had kept that building up! As I remember, some bullet holes could still be seen n the bricks.