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Regis: I thought I'd tell you a funny story. For over a decade until 1997, I lived in a truly magnificent building in Rogers Park, which is the most northeastern neighborhood of Chicago. Although, the neighborhood is ethnically diverse with very modest incomes, it is also situated next to Lake Michigan. Thus, the building I lived in was like a Very Poor Man's Riviera with many people living from one pay check to the next. However, it had a private beach where a number of the residents would go wind surfing before going to work, and a wonderful sense of community led by a truly lovely lady who is now in her 80s. I mean the one bed room apartments were all of 600 square feet, and there were only a handful of two bedroom apartments that faced the building's dumpster opposite the lake-one of which was occupied by one of two very mild mannered brothers who both lived in the building and who in about 1990 had something to do with groceries and computers. I honestly felt sorry for them, since they seemd like such nice guys and to me it seemed like they had a glorified taxi service. Their business associate who also lived in the building was a man named J*** F***** who I felt had a little bit of an attitude about himself. As a result, I would always derisively call him "The Grocery Boy" I thought I was very funny. By now, I am sure you know the names of the two brothers, and as you can imagine, J*** F***** got the last laugh. |
