Different Slants

by Robert M. Katzman © November 19, 2021

One sunny day in 1966 when I was 16, I was walking down a dirt road across the street from where I lived in a small apartment with my Father. On the other side of that road was Lake Michigan, about ten miles south of Downtown Chicago. The dirt road was behind a row of apartment buildings and served as their alley.

Then, from absolutely nowhere, there appeared a large person hiding between two garbage cans.

He was tall, wide, blonde, angry and holding a big hammer in his right hand.

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by Robert M. Katzman © January 7, 2023

A friend, Ron Buzil, sent me and a number of our other classmates from Caldwell Grammar School at 8546 S. Cregier St on the South Side of Chicago a message that a person I once was in kindergarten with in 1955, Michael Froman, had just died at 72. What follows is a series of unexpected emotions and memories locked away I thought for good, but I guess the lock was sorta rusty. Long forgotten, I realized I had a debt to pay.

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