Postwar Shadows, Bunny Ears & Basement Dreams in Evanston. pt 1 #johndavidnorman
I try to imagine myself a very young adult walking the green grass near Lake Michigan, post our WWII victory - taking that all in after coming from the sands and sauna air of the southwest. Can you imagine being that young student walking the grounds of your new home, new school - with all of that swirling. Nevermind the fact that your school, Northwestern University, was a crazy hub of veterans on GI Bills and others moving forward with disembarking service nearby - all those memories, those dreams, those tears - all that trauma suffered, life changed forever, all that fear -never able to erase what you now knew. Each life passing by carrying their own versions experienced by a system built from different life lessons - all trying to absorb an impossible. That was the tail end of the 40s for kids stepping towards the rest of their life, as it was for a young Oklahoma man who made it to Evanston, Illinois by way of a few years in Houston interning at the radio station house...
