When I began photographing in Chicago’s Uptown neighborhood in 1973, I was barely out of college and struggling on a beginner’s salary. So bargains always caught my eye. But this always seemed much to good to be true. Every day when I went past Wilson on the ‘L’ to and from work, I say this sign on the side of the Wilson Club Men’s Hotel advertising rooms for 75 cents per night. This was definitely something I wasn’t brave enough to check out. I later learned that my instincts served me well.