
Hi Again Friends!
Once upon a time, when friendly vegetarian Dinosaurs roamed Chicago, and a man-like species called "human being" happily shared their blessed bounty with those less fortunate than they, there was a place for everyone to live indoors.
It's true!
Even the poor, disgusting drunk had a place to go, instead of the "drunk tank" of another, more aggressive species called the "Police", who also captured many winos under a little understood excuse know as vagrancy.
These places had a variety of names, but the name that describes it best was "flop house".
Often found in "skid row" in abundance just a few ice ages ago, they filled the now large gap between homelessness and an apartment.
Built in the ancient, but strong sweatshops of another era, a "room" was a tiny affair one squeezed into sideways, and lay down, with your head touching one wall and your feet the other.
The wall stretched about 8 feet and was topped with "chicken wire" as a deterrent to theft.
$15 dollars and you had a place to sleep it off for the night. $45 dollars for the week!
I kid you not!!
The latest one destroyed recently was the one on State Street and 11th Street,near Downtown.
It was a sad sight to see the doors shut forever, especially after the hard battle fought by the owners to keep it open. (revelry)
Now new expensive condos have sprung up around the area, celebrating the removal of homelessness in the South Loop, and soon, by their plan, from Chicago altogether.
With the Library about to close, I say later, people!
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