By Eric Burbridge It was not often nostalgia overtook me, but today it hit hard. When I turned down Cottage Grove Ave. at 95th street memories of my grammar school days and classmates who were, like myself, comic book fanatics. I pulled over at 89th street, parked several car lengths from a bus shelter, popped … Continue reading The Comic Book
The Run Home
By Eric Burbridge For once I followed the doctor’s orders. “Get some sunshine, good ole vitamin D.” He said. I loaded my walker and headed for Tooley Park, a thirty-minute drive from the house. As fast as I walked being tall, thin and I stood erect, people questioned, did I need it? Yes, unfortunately, these … Continue reading The Run Home
