Chicago’s Uptown had more bars per acre in the 1970s than any neighborhood I have ever seen before or since. This poor man was a regular in an establishment at Argyle and Kenmore that proudly advertised Budweiser, the King of Beers. He was on the ragged edge of life. According to my notes, he could barely talk and made a wailing sound like a siren. Most of the bars in this part of Uptown seem to be gone today. In their place: Vietnamese restaurants.
