<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094669</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:38:20.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chicago Project Blogger</title><subtitle type='html'>Reflections on Chicago's Uptown Neighborhood during the sixties as an elementary student.  (All contents Copyright (c) 2004 by Cooperweb.com and Keith Cooper)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cooperweb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094669/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooperweb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cooperweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061826304902369283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094669.post-109963490136085051</id><published>2004-11-04T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T22:18:34.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Petrified Tree StumpsAgain last weekend, I walked through the old neighborhood with a friend. As I was recalling the changes that the neighborhood hs gone through, it occured to me that neighborhood history cannot possibly interest someone who has no ties to that neighborhood. And my friend being just 21, history is so relative. But she put on a brave 'showing of interest' and I tried to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094669/posts/default/109963490136085051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094669/posts/default/109963490136085051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooperweb.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109963490136085051' title=''/><author><name>Cooperweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061826304902369283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094669.post-108908973424012930</id><published>2004-07-05T21:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T15:29:14.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Patrol BoysWhile I worked at The Board of Trade several years back, I waited for cabs at the corner of Foster and Clark.  A nearby Elementary School brought back memories of crossing guards.  There was one at this heavy traffic corner as well as a CPD Crossing Maid(?).While waiting out a cab's arrival, I asked the lad working that corner if they were still called Patrol boys.  He said they were.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094669/posts/default/108908973424012930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094669/posts/default/108908973424012930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooperweb.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108908973424012930' title=''/><author><name>Cooperweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061826304902369283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094669.post-108711050054375213</id><published>2004-06-12T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T00:18:33.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remembering the little thingsSeriously, if you did not go to Swift School in the 60's or 70's then just skip this post.My recent visits to my old neighborhood has brought back some of the small memories that have mostly gone the way of the SRS reading tests.  I offer a list of things I had pondered while biding my time at Swift.  Hopefully a few will jog your old cobwebbed memory as well.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094669/posts/default/108711050054375213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094669/posts/default/108711050054375213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooperweb.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108711050054375213' title=''/><author><name>Cooperweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061826304902369283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094669.post-108624231113392641</id><published>2004-06-02T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T23:06:52.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What goes around ...I had only gone to Swift School for three years. We then moved into Rogers Park and I transferred to Eugene Field School.  Although a fine school, I secretely wished I could have stayed and graduated from Swift with my friends.   When I was in third grade, my first year at Swift, I had a strikingly beautiful teacher by the name of Miss Phillips.  She was very tall, blonde </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094669/posts/default/108624231113392641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094669/posts/default/108624231113392641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooperweb.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108624231113392641' title=''/><author><name>Cooperweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061826304902369283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094669.post-108529803614247461</id><published>2004-05-23T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T22:22:23.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Greasy Spoon DefinedLast Sunday I tried to go to the Thorndale Coffeeshop which I found closed.  So on a whim I made my friend accompany me to dine at The Lake Breeze restaurant.  The Lake Breeze sits under the Thorndale El Station and, in fact, has a doorway leading directly into the tiny station.  As far as greasy spoons go, this one is classic.  It has not changed an iota since the sixties.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094669/posts/default/108529803614247461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094669/posts/default/108529803614247461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooperweb.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108529803614247461' title=''/><author><name>Cooperweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061826304902369283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094669.post-108510772723758284</id><published>2004-05-20T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T00:43:21.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>T.J.O.'s ...SeriouslyTJO's in the sixties.  Our resident gang of hoodlums.  TJO stood for Thorndale Jag Offs.   Let's break this down ...How is it a good idea to label yourselves Jag Offs?  Isn't that the responsibility of the people who have run-in's with the "gang"?Although I am sure once drugs came into the neighborhood that the TJO's were sucked up into a larger gang and eventually </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094669/posts/default/108510772723758284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094669/posts/default/108510772723758284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooperweb.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108510772723758284' title=''/><author><name>Cooperweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061826304902369283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6094669.post-106913904138730536</id><published>2003-11-17T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T00:43:37.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Mad Magazine FixTwice this weekend I drove back into my old neighborhood.  Working on this project has connected me once again to the infrastructure of Uptown.  On the corner of Thorndale and Winthrop, directly acorss from George B. Swift elementary school stood a stable of many neighborhoods ... the drugstore.  Thorndale drugstore served many purposes in the neighborhood.  Besides filling </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094669/posts/default/106913904138730536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6094669/posts/default/106913904138730536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cooperweb.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106913904138730536' title=''/><author><name>Cooperweb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18061826304902369283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
