“Korea was a million miles away except for one of ours who was drafted and sent there. When he left it seemed the party was over. Nothing lasts forever.”

“Korea was a million miles away except for one of ours who was drafted and sent there. When he left it seemed the party was over. Nothing lasts forever.”
This blog has helped several people find long lost friends. It has even helped long lost cousins find each other. It’s especially helped me make a lot of new friends. All of which I’m very thankful for. Now, I’d like to help one of the many people I’ve met through this blog find her long […]
“Back then there was a traffic law, you didn’t need a driver’s license if you were 14 years old and the bike was under 5 hp. Well, it was just a decal that gave the officer the hp. My bike was the exact same bike Marlon Brando rode in the movie The Wild One.”
Today I’m sharing some photographs from the 2005 Deborah Boys Club reunion, but first let me tell you a bit about Jim Cash, who sent in these photographs. His story will bring back some 1960s-era Albany Park memories.
Marcia Zuckerman contributed this blogpost about the history of Deborah Boys Club. When she was employed at JCYS (Jewish Council for Youth Services), Marcia was part of a research team that uncovered many wonderful aspects of early Jewish immigrant life, especially the Deborah Boys Club.
On Friday nights we went to the Terminal theater. It seemed like 5,000 teenagers were there. After the movie, we’d go to Purity deli for kishkes and cherry Cokes.
“We all hung out just west of Kimball on Lawrence, north side of the street. There were enough bikes and we made enough trouble that the police came.”
In a previous post I recalled Chicago Daily News (and Sun-Times) columnist Sydney J. Harris and my fondness his weekly columns titled “Things I Learned While Looking Up Other Things.” I’d like to close out 2011 with a post in a similar vein, without elaborating on the fact that now we all learn things “While […]
It took a while, but self-described vinyl junkie and Roosevelt High School alum Mike Wolstein tracked down which Chicago public school was memorialized in rock and roll history.
For more than 40 years I’ve been passing this building. How did I not see, not admire, those sharp, clean lines and angles jutting outwards from the corner of Kimball and Ainslie?