The unexpected news of filmmaker John Hughes’ death is not unlike losing a high school classmate. Though it may have been a while since we thought of him, his name brings back a rush of memories. Hughes was the storyteller who saw us for who we were, amidst the confusion and absurdity of the teen experience. He defined a generation with both angst and laughter, and watching his movies again is like flipping through a yearbook. Hughes’ films did more than epitomize an era; they also immortalized Chicago as setting. Home Alone, The Breakfast Club, Sixteen Candles, and (of course) Ferris Bueller’s Day Off were all set against the backdrop of the northern suburbs. John Hughes was the one who reminded us that “We are Not Alone,” and for that we owe him thanks.