Interesting. That was probably after I decided not to live or work in the city again. My final straws were a few things...getting robbed twice in two years, the scary people who would ask for money or offer me drugs both on public trans and while I stood waiting outside for a bus or train and not feeling safe even running from my car to my apartment if I got home from work and it was dark out. I have never before or since felt so vulnerable just because of where I lived.
Six million people are too many and even in Rogers Park, there was plenty of crime. And I was no hero.I spooked easily. Back then I was 20-23 and still very pretty and all kinds of strange older men would try to talk to me. It was better when I moved and worked in Morton Grove which was our pit stop before thirteen years in Des Plaines.