>>>I remember hearing a bit about the school when I was in Hyde Park, but I don't recall it.
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>>Not surprising. I didn't know anything about it when I was 12 either, and I lived less than 10 blocks from it. All of a sudden my parents sent me there.
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>That was the era when parents made decisions like that. The folks talked "amongst themselves" about private school for me. When they broached the subject to me, I guess my vehemence about not going surprised them. I enjoyed my days in public school. I can imagine, though, that when living in the city one framed those questions in somewhat different ways.

I was more than happy to go. First, I had been transferred by the school system from Murray (53rd and Kimbark) to Bret Harte (56th & Stoney). Sat at a sewing machine for a desk in their home ec room. Plus the schools were getting a bit on the rough side.

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>I wondered if your photo revealed something about your past. <g> As Winston Churchill said, as far as I can remember, he didn't respect a man under 30 who wasn't a liberal or a man over 30 who wasn't a conservative. My cousin Billy quoted that to me at our last family Christmas get together (can't imagine why, we were only discussing the last election!). I bit my tongue and didn't say to him, why Billy, you never were a liberal!

Yes, it does. I'm "stuck in the 60s".< g > I know the Churchill saying and I've gotten more conservative as I've gotten older. Right now, I'm pretty much middle of the road.

>The Medici turned into a pizza parlor by the time I arrived in Hyde Park. I guess they were interested in making money by then! It was the best pizza in the neighborhood. I was there recently -- they've moved, across the street and down a couple blocks. The staff complains about the ovens not being as hot in the new location.

I knew about them changing it to a pizza place, but didn't know about the move. Wonder if it's still owned by Hans Moorsbach.

>Things had pretty well quieted down by 74. I remember sitting in a McDonald's one day minding my own business. A socialist was running for mayor -- a black gentleman who's name I can't remember -- ended up with 2% of the vote. Anyway, one of his campus supporters was out trying stir up the vote in classic Chicago style. He was engrossed in a conversation with another gentleman, from the neighborhood. All of the promise of a socialist candidacy danced around the room. But, that fell on a deaf ear. The continual response was. "Well, what's this guy going to do for me? I mean, my brother knows the alderman, and he got a job at O'Hare. Now, this guy, he becomes mayor. Does he have any clout? Does he have any alderman in his party? Now, If I vote for him, how am I gonna get a job?" How eloquent his Friedmanesque statement of self-interest.


You know what Royko said about the Official Chicago slogan, don't you? He said it should be "Ubi est mea".:-)
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>>Not only that, but we got to see a real, live war on TV.
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>And, how differently that hit us in our living rooms. A couple Christmases ago, I ran into some friends and we talked about our experiences during that time. We were about 4 years apart -- I was in the middle. My friend Eric had declared himself a CO when it was really tough. He did a lot of work with the Friends. I also declared myself a CO, but as things were dying down. My initial application was rejected, so as a college freshman, I was 1-A. An appeal was approved, but the draft had almost no impact on my class. Still, the visions we saw seemed our destiny. Our youngest friend said that it seemed so distant -- just like another television show. Of course, our withdrawal was complete by the time he graduated from high school

I had a student, then a fatherhood (1-Y, I think it was) deferment. Almost went to Canada at one point, where for a brief period of time I was 1-A. I was living at home at the time and got a call for the pre-induct physical. So I made plans to go north with this girl I knew. They, at the last minute, called it off. Later I got a number well over 320 in the "Death Lottery".

>>>>>>>>>You know, I've heard that stream of unconsciousness of Bill Faulkner, too, so, there you go in that Southern novelist mode. <g>
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>>>>>>>>Hopefully, not in "As I Lay Dying."< bg >
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>>>>>>>Sound and Fury?
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>>>>>>Much better.:-)
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>>>>>As you like it!
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>>>>Don't shake that spear at me!:-)
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>>>Oh, it's only a flesh wound %)
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>>Shouldn't that be a # of flesh wound.:-)
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>Much ado about nothing %)

Only if you can't catch her in the rye.:-)