On a cross-country trip in December 1967 I stopped in Chicago to visit a friend who was a student at Northwestern University. One night he had an engagement and suggested that I take dinner at a nearby restaurant called The Shack. This essay is a slightly fictionalized account of that dinner. 1967 was a strangeContinue reading “The Shack”
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