my years at Chicago, my wife (born in Hyde Park) and
I celebrated our engagement, wedding, and birth of two children
at Morton's, where Mr. Mort taught me gin (rummy) and graciously
overlooked the fact that for four years I was under age. There
was the gloriously sleazy "Wharf" on the northwest corner with
the 26 game and Frieda. The hot-dog geezer was just outside, and
down Lake Park the Kentucky Tavern, where you got an Old Granddad
(100 proof!) and pizza for a buck. And, of course, the famous
jazz joint the Beehive on 55th.
luck to the new generation of tradition makers-and I don't miss
you, Frieda, but my brother Harmon (X'47, SM'50, PhD'51) does.
Craig, PhB'49, SM'50
St. Michaels, Maryland