Growing up on the Southside of Chicago, my dad would often take us on a ride to various parts of the city. While we would drive downtown along the lake shore, he most often wanted us to see some of the troubling sections. One of those places was skid row. He wanted us to learn that not everyone was as fortunate as us and the lesson stuck with me. So when I came across this Chicago skid row photo, the memories of those drives came back. As young as I was the images stuck in my mind all these years.
We also went to the Maxwell Street Market which at one time was almost a mile long and known for vendors selling about anything. It still exists but only a mere shadow of it's past with sellers hawking street food and flea market things. I really got a kick out of this area as a kid.
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