You ask
‘what do you have to say for yourself?’
For myself,nothing.
But, for others,
many
probably living and breathing
and drink the Pink Water…
I want to say that
the only child of the
proprietors of The Gyp Joint,
just north
of Nettlehurst Grammar school
on Broadway in Chicago
is still living and yelling and
nearing 96 years old.
Perhaps the door-to-door
salami salesman could answer
any of his personal rememberances
of the early 1960’s
of any and all visual and/or oral
anedotes from the block that began
with the Penny Candy store
sharing the entry with Joes’ Hot Dogs
and ending ,
past the Screwdriver Club,
at the corner Deli…ah, ya know…
I do not recall the name?
Does anyone else have
any memories of the time
they would like to shed?
Just remember,
whatever you write Daniel owns!
So true, that last line. Would that others understood--it would save so much unnecessary unpleasantness. Is it possible, o geriatric Nettelhorstian, that you are the last repository of historical detail about that important block in old Chicago? The Smithsonian, or possibly the Hot Dog Institute ought to dispatch a trained interlocutor with videocam to collect the emmis for the benefit of posterity.
