I grew up in Hinsdale. As a teenaged girl, I jumped on the train a couple of times a month to go see my dentist on Michigan Avenue. Walked across the loop with no fear, got teeth done, walked back to my dad’s office , took train hime with him.
How many times would I be murdered on that nice walk today?
Decades ago, my dad told me that I wouldn’t survive a walk through what used to be his old neighborhood in Chicago where he grew up.
I can only imagine how bad it must be now.
Ling gone are the days of the Bob Newhart Show.