This is young Florence Gantwerker, who was Mrs. Saper to me when I lived on North Central Park Avenue back in the sixties and early seventies. If you read my recent post you’ll know she was undoubtably photographed in Chicago–the back porch gives it away. You may also recognize the left-hand edge of the National sign over a […]
Sometimes we Chicagoans have to travel out of town and although no city can compare to home, we do manage to enjoy ourselves. When we were in Philadelphia a few weeks ago I asked my cousin Howard Shapiro, Philadelphia Inquirer theater critic, where we should have lunch. He directed us to Reading Terminal Market. What luck. It […]
