a Fond Remembrance
by Charles McKelvy
We called him Uncle Jim despite his being a neighbor and not a blood relative.
No matter, for… 155 more words
For a long time now, I’ve had a special place in my heart for the city of Chicago.
Back in 1991, between my junior and senior years in college, when I was stringing for a newspaper in Northeast Pennsylvania, a buddy (also a local reporter) and I called for, and got, press passes to old Comiskey Park, where the Chicago White Sox played. 753 more words