Chicago, June, 1933
After record snowstorms in February, people practically ran out in the streets naked to celebrate spring. Now it was June and the thermometer was already climbing into the nineties. To make matters worse, the depression was in full swing and all those naked people couldn’t afford new clothes. Politicians kept saying prosperity was right around the corner, but so was the line at the soup kitchen. The Cubs had just lost two to the Gashouse Gang, vaudeville was dead, and the only people making any real money were the mob.
Times like these need a hero.
Does it count that you are MY hero???
ReplyDeleteIt always counts, but your standards may be to low. Pretty cheerful comment for THE DEPRESSION. I mean the financial one, although the daily attitude one isn't all that cheerful either. I love you, babe.
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