Not much to go home to in either of our neighborhoods now.. pity they were close nit communities, and full of ethnic culture.. When I was a kid, I sold a Polish Newspaper from my grandfather's paper stand in downtown Chicago called the Chicagoski. We sold almost every ethnic newspaper that was available.. On Wells and Van Buren.. good old windy city..Brrrrrrrrr.
I remember complaining to my grandfather that the buyers of the Chicagoski would make me give them their 3 cent change (the paper was 7 cents), even when it was 20 below zero. I don't know what I thought he could do, but he had an answer that taught me another lesson in life. He told me that if I would just buy them all a free paper then I could keep my hands in my pockets!.. He was a tough cookie, with a gushy center.. :)
Yeah you got that right, wouldn't recognize the place anymore. The last time I went there it looked like Beruit.
I remember all the little mom and pop stores and restuarants. Some of the best ethnic food you could find where in those family restuarants.