In late 1980 I moved into a one-bedroom apartment at the corner of Sheffield, Lincoln and Wrightwood on Chicago’s north side. I loved the place. Especially the iconic El train rumbling by my kitchen window every five minutes, kicking up sparks at night, steel wheels on steel tracks. Across Lincoln, also running continuously, was Campeche Mexican restaur…
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