If You're Born Lucky, You Don't Have

Nothing Kinder Than Strangers. Nothing Stranger Than Kindness.

I Have One Vivid Memory Of One Of The Days That The Marches Were Taking Place. We Were In A Catholic, Predominantly Polish And Lithuanian Neighborhood. Chicago Is A Place Where People Define Themselves By Their Parish And By Their Ethnicity.

Reviewers Said Ghost Country Was Rich, Astonishing And Affecting In The Way It Blended Comedy, Magic, And A Gritty Urban Realism In A Breathtaking Ride Along Chicago's Mean Streets.

I'm A Grandmother, And A Mighty Proud One.

The Day Of The March, We Were Forbidden To Go To The March Site. The Man I Worked For, The Presbyterian Minister, Knew We Would Want To Be Sort Of Martyrs For The Cause And Risk Arrest. He Didn't Want Any Of That Going On. So He Made Us Stay In The Neighborhood.