From: "Clinton, J. Scott" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Date: Fri, 10 Sep 2004 16:28:11 -0400
'back in the day' when I lived at 46th near Spruce, I would often get off the El at 46th at night. Since we're telling, "Walking home from the El" stories... In '78 I had my first real job working downtown, and I often came home at 2am, or later. I got off at the 46th street El stop. My father didn't have much money, but felt that it was important that I dress appropriately for a "real downtown office job", and that it was his duty to provide me with a wardrobe for work. He bought me an orange polyester jacket that looked like something a sleazy sales-guy action figure would wear. Add brown polyester knit pants and a dorky tie. The first few times I walked back from 46th I noticed people hanging out in the darkened doorways, eyeing me as I walked past. I realized that I looked like a complete idiot. I would have been more comfortable in my usual T-shirt and jeans, but as it was, I was sure that I was going to be jumped any second. After a couple of weeks, on one night I came home especially late and dead tired. As I walked past one doorway, someone called out to me. "Getting home late tonight." "Yeah, I thought I'd never get out of there." "Hey, want a toke?" "No thanks, I've gotta get some sleep." "Ok, see ya round." "See ya!" It was pretty much like that until I left that job, a few months later. Never had any trouble. --- Chip ---- You are receiving this because you are subscribed to the list named "UnivCity." To unsubscribe or for archive information, see <http://www.purple.com/list.html>.
