I found these two kids on Wilson Avenue just east of Clark in Chicago’s Uptown neighborhood. I’m pretty sure they were bother and sister. As soon as I photographed them, they scampered back into the beauty shop in the background. I never did get their names. Clark Street was a sort of psychological dividing line between neighborhoods in those days.

A man emailed me who grew up just west of Clark Street. His parents would not let him play east of Clark because the streets seemed so much rougher. The man’s father drove a bus on Wilson. He often rode with his father at the back of the bus for most of the route, but when they crossed Clark, his father made him come to the front and sit close behind him. He said his father, who was a big, strong Irishman, always felt uncomfortable driving down Wilson when east of Clark.