“Rockford, Illinois? I’ve been there. Well, I’ve driven by there.”
The first time I came to the Rockford area was not a visit but a quick stop to fill the gas tank. You may be tempted to think that this is all Rockford is: a middle America waypoint between Chicago and anywhere in the Upper Midwest. I did, but I was wrong.
Behind the wheel, I thought about how I had driven past Rockford time and time again, but this was my first time actually heading into the city. The highway led past The Symbol, a tall red metal sculpture perched on a green lawn — an indication of the city’s pride in its artistic present and industrial past. The reflection of illuminated homes and streetlights shimmered on the darkened Rock River. What new-to-me delights were obscured about Rockford, relegated to middle or lower ranges of lists dominated by larger Midwestern cities?






