On a typical Chicago Saturday in April when it’s 40-something degrees and you can’t feel your fingers, it’s interesting to find people standing around outside for no apparent reason. And yet there they were, people milling about a random corner in Oak Park, Ill., and I had to ask myself, “Why?” Then I saw the sign – “Frank Lloyd Wright Home and Studio” – and the world seemed to make sense.
It is Frank Lloyd Wright heaven at 951 Chicago Ave.
