Autumn winds blew hard along Lake Michigan, scattering the turning leaves along the vacant wastes of Lake Shore Drive. The early morning Chicago commuters hadn’t started coming in from the various suburbs yet. In Grant Park south of Soldier Field, small encampments of people were waking up and making their way onto the “L” to start their long travels up and down the length of the city to beg for spare change.
Jeremiah “Look Down” Harrigan mumbled to himself, eyes on his feet. He hunched to a right angle, face always to the ground. Constantly on the scan for something he never seemed to find. But every time Lettie saw him, he told her he was searching for something new. His legs bowed into a permanent arch, forced to be the load-baring structure for his back, held straight and parallel to
