Once upon a long time ago, the Louie Louie Lad and I and a good friend known as the Cookie Monster would walk from our apartment in a Chicago three-flat and wend our way to a restaurant called WAGS for dinner. I don’t know if WAGS still exists, but the Cookie Monster does and Chicago does – and the great memories of those walks still fill my mind when I close my eyes and watch Dick and Kevin walking side by side and arguing over what to do on the Lad’s radio show. Kevin, whom I called the Cookie Monster for obvious reasons (how that boy loves Orios), was the Lad’s producer, and both of them had decided ideas about what would work on the radio. Actually, they were both right and both wrong, but no one could tell them that. So I watched the ideas being tossed around like cookie crumbs and enjoyed the reasonable food at WAGS and then the stroll back to the Polish part of Chicago, where the Lads went off to Skokie and I would listen to the radio to hear which of them had won.
There will never be another Cookie Monster, and I don’t know about WAGS. But Chicago and Kevin are as solid a part of my memories as the flat land and Temple Farms (where I rode my horse Red) and the people who called the Lad and talked about their part of the country. I learned very quickly that Illinois consists of two places: Chicago and Downstate. But it also consists of people who love where they are and don’t mind sharing that love with you if you are willing to see and enjoy. I don’t believe I actually miss Chicago – or the wind and snow – but I do miss the kindness and the laughter and the friends . . .
Photo of Chicago courtesy of Proud Podcast Person Bill K.