There was a bite in the air that third week of September. Definitely jacket weather. Still out of work, with no relief in sight. The guys were still bowling on Sunday. I was still at Rollie’s on the weekends. Two weeks ago, Joyce’s sister Pat and I baptized Michael Jesse Kowalski. Joyce wanted me to come over more now that I’m the godfather (no way). With that thought in mind, I turned, entered the alley, and went to the pool hall.
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Growing up in the Rogers Park neighborhood, I was known simply as “Cisco” and, by my fifteenth birthday, had grown into a 5 foot 9 inches, 160 pounds of wiry muscle.
Now, out of grammar school and not looking at high school, I decided to join the workforce and help at home.
With my parent"s approval, I got my first job as a grocery store clerk, then a
