"SO Aunt Millie told me to come on down next weekend and bring a girl friend. Don't you think you could come?'' Catherine's voice was eager and pleading...

THE grill was filled with the clatter and hurry of the four o'clock rush. People called back and forth to one another, or sat at the tables laughing, talking, smoking...

Tonight as I walked home through the thick darkness, Guided only by spots of light from the streetlamps, I saw your face in the soft mists along the creek...

I LOVE Chicago. I love the people that fight and claw their way through the streets, the checkered and yellow cabs on a rainy day with their tops looking like shiny patent leather shoes on parade, the sharp whistle of the cop on the corner and the crazy pattern of traffic that darts unexpectedly from nowhere accompanied by the agonizing blare of horns and the indignant shouts of pedestrians...

So many sympathize with you Because your son loves me; And other mothers mourne your loss...