3 April 2019
I had dinner with my son last night. He was uncharacteristically late so I had a little time to wander around one of my old neighborhoods.
I lived in what was called New Town (now called Boys Town) back in the early 80s. I was an occasional leather punk, with occasional blue hair. We hung in what was then a little bar, called Berlin. It’s twice the size it was now. It was within staggering distance from my home on Racine.