Category Archives: gangs

Now and Then

Things remain fairly quiet in the neighborhood, although there was some encroachment on the garden. Or, more accurately, the park. Because that’s what our lot came to be. You may remember, if you’ve been following our story, that a huge … Continue reading

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Bits of the Neighborhood and Pieces of My Life

I was standing in the darkening garden next to Jose from down the street as Michael projected our garden videos, one after another, for the three dozen or so neighbors who had come to the party. A few of the … Continue reading

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Gang Kryptonite

My last post was about the dark night of this neighborhood’s soul.  I’ll have to go back to that dark night again as I write, but you should know that the worst of it ended for us about two years … Continue reading

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The Start of the Gang House Era

For the first couple of years we lived here, the gangbangers were at the corner. They seldom came to the middle of the block, where our house is. But they were a constant presence, affecting our lives in many ways … Continue reading

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The Senora and the Plumber

Yesterday, the battle against gangs in our neighborhood entered a new phase because of a smart, brave woman and a plumber. Maria, down at 3506, had the idea to get permit parking in our neighborhood. For those of you who … Continue reading

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Surviving is a Form of Resistance

Junior’s sunflower had brown petals and a yellow center. Lizette’s red tulips stood in a row like sentries. Laura painted a white rose with full, open petals. Michelle contributed the Mexican flag and a rainbow, even though we had specified … Continue reading

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Life with a Gang

We were not young. Call it early middle age. Baby boomer free-lance artist types, we had rented apartments in every lakefront neighborhood in Chicago. We’d just lost another great place to increasing property values and increasing rents and decided it … Continue reading

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