Making a visit to my childhood neighborhood
Tuesday, June 30, 2015 — Back in the late 1950s I lived in the Lakeview neighborhood of northern Chicago. It was just my dad, my mom, my brother and me back in those days.
My dad died in 1960, my mom passed in 1987 and my brother departed last year, leaving me as the sole survivor of that family unit, although my mom remarried and I have a half-sister, a step-sister and a step-father who live in Southern California as well as a foster brother who lives right here in The Ville.
My brother and I talked about those old days in Chicago a few times before his death last year. His memory was always much better than mine, so I decided to take a week’s vacation to personally check the place out. It’s changed, with skyscrapers here and there and all the rainbow flags flying in what is now Chicago’s gay district.