Robert Cole
Cruised my old neighborhood with my wife last summer. Juneway Terrace (7800 north, at Sheridan Road). Used to be a middle-aged, middle-class, blue-collar street, with the lake on one side and the high-rise tenements on the other. I think my parents sold our house for under $100K, after living there for over 35 years. 4-bedroom, 1.5 baths. Very average.
Now my wife couldn't believe I was ever rich enough to live there! Totally gentrified. Yuppified. My old house last sold for $650K! Gourmet kitchen. Landscaped backyard. The tenements are gone. Replaced by the CTA El repair yards. High-end bougie little cafes where there use to be the Arthur Treacher's Fisn n' Chips and the Burger King I used to work at. The head shops and seedy bars are all gone (where does one go to get a pack of EZ-Widers nowadays? I lament the passing of all the neighborhood head shops.). And, with all the seedy neighborhood bars now replaced by bougie cafes, where do the neighborhood drunks go to hang out all day?At least my initials are still scratched in the concrete in front of my house. I think I was 6-7 when they replaced that. Proves I actually DID live there.
All the neighborhood 2-flat and 3-flat apartments have been reno'ed and converted to upscale single-family. Gale Elementary School is now Gale Academy. And, you might actually feel safe around the Howard El station now. At least until dark. Maybe.
At least the Jonquil Hotel is still a dive. You could always count on finding the neighborhood "working girls" right across the street from the elementary school, and in the same building as the coffee shop where all the moms had coffee every morning. My mom was friends with the woman who ran the switchboard there (yup.. an old-fashioned telephone switchboard with wires and plugs. She used to let me run the switchboard and talk to the neighborhood lowlife while she and my mom had coffee. I think I was 7 or 8 at the tme.
And my mom used to tend bar at "St. George and the Dragon" during the day. When all the unemployed bums were drinking. That way she could make sure she was home when I left and off work and home by the time I got home from elementary school. Before cafeterias I would run to the bar every day at lunchtime, sit at the bar with a tuna fish sandwich (Wonder bread, of course) and a glass of milk, watch Bozo on the bar TV and talk to the neighborhood drunks.
The apartment buildings on Eastlake that used to house the hare krishna temple and all the pushers are all gone. You could always count on scoring a bag of whatever there. That's what the hare krishnas did... sell incense and pot.
Sigh... I miss the old 'hood. What do kids do around there for fun anymore?
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