'Hood cuisine

During 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.

Good 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.

John Craig, PhB'49, SM'50
St. Michaels, Maryland