Mid-August is always a predictable time in Chicago. The days get shorter; the wind whips around a little bit harder; each day gets a little bit cooler as autumn rears its ugly head. We Chicagoans are notorious for milking summer for all it's worth, which might be the real reason that the Chicago Jazz Festival is held on Labor Day weekend every year like clockwork. To this writer, there is something magical about sitting by the lake, taking in memorable melodies as the breeze from the lake keeps