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I grew up in Kansas, just where the paved roads ended outside of Kansas City. Our house was in a new tract development in the middle of a cornfield. The nearest store, a five and dime called Katz Drugstore, was about a mile away. When we were eight or nine, my brother and I would tramp the distance through the furnace of summer. I remember the heat. Katz’s... [Read more of this review]

I. There was no way around it. My daughter had been accepted into a unique language immersion school and my office was on the other side of the city. Between the two points lay the vast and dangerous wasteland, the neighborhood known as Chicago’s “West Side.” The only reasonable route between dropping my child off at school and getting to work... [Read more of this review]

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