Then I noticed that there were all these people getting on the bus, dressed in Cubs shirts and hats. They were on their way to Wrigley Field. I listened to them talk, happily, about how they were going early for the game because they hadn't bought tickets yet but knew there were a lot available at the gate. Then I thought to myself, why not? My mom had given me extra money because we were suppose to go on a field trip that day at "camp".
Some days, if there was no home game, I would walk around Graceland Cemetery looking for my Uncle Jerry's headstone. He was my dads identical twin brother whom my brother was named after. The New Year's Eve before I was born he had to much to drink and fell asleep on the couch with a lit cigarette. He died in the fire and my father never got over it.
trying to get as close to the breeze by Lake Michigan as possible.
I would walk South along the Lake front and beaches.
Those days were perfect for the zoo. Its free to get in. But it was a lot more walking. I discovered the outdoor swan/duck pond/sanctuary they use to have by the Polar Bears. I remember you use to have to go through a revolving metal gate to get in there off of Fullerton and many people didn't notice it and walked right by.
I told my mom what I had been up to those 2 summers when I was an adult, or my sister told on me, I'm not sure which but she was in shock, she had no idea.