Tuesday, April 19, 2016
In the Neighborhood
Last night I went with my school chums to a restaurant at Fullerton and California. My friend Trudy and I wound up driving around the side streets a few times and I thought: "Yes. Here is it. Chicago is a city of neighborhoods." Coming out of a sea of tiny houses was a mansion on the corner. (Modern architecture even.) There had to be a story there.
My late friend Marilyn, who lived on the Gold Coast and managed a store on the Southwest Side, knew all about the surprises to be found in the neighborhoods. She would say: "I found this marvelous bakery. Here, taste this!" Or, "there's a tailor down the street who does my pants for next to nothing!" This was way before it became chic to explore the neighborhoods and report back to the rest of us.
Thanks Art, the school chum who arranged the outing. And thanks Marilyn, for reminding me that there's always lots of explore.