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.

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.
From Montrose to Peterson, Kedzie to Pulaski and far beyond, generations of Chicago kids knew Ned Singer’s Sports.