If I remember correctly, there were at least seven bus routes that served Sheridan Road in the mid-1970s. Buses rumbled by my apartment building in Rogers Park all night long. Sometimes I took the bus instead of the “L.” Even though it was much slower, it dropped me off right in front of my apartment. After a long day of shooting, I was thankful for that.
These men had gotten on the bus somewhere south of Chicago’s Uptown neighborhood and were heading toward Rogers Park.
When buses rumbled by my Sheridan Road apartment, they caused my enlarger to vibrate and ruined any prints that I was exposing. I quickly learned to wait for a bus to pass and vibrations to subside before exposing my prints. Such was life in the City.