Back in the mid-1970s, Chicago’s Uptown neighborhood had a laundromat near the corner of Wilson and Sheridan. This man liked to hang out there. It was warm and he had a captive audience to listen to his stories, at least as long as someone’s quarters lasted. He loved to be photographed with kids. The boy’s mother was out of frame behind me. Even though this may look like there was something inappropriate going on here, no harm was done.