A SUDDEN & UNEXPECTED CLUTCH OUT OF THE DARKNESS*
hen I lived in my first apartment in downtown Chicago it was on the 3rd floor of an old brownstone with no elevator. We had a stairwell in the front with 2 apartments off each landing and a rickety wooden contraption on the backside that opened off our kitchen and led down to the laundry room and storage rooms in the basement as well as up to the roof access. It doubled as a fire escape but the landing was too small to use as a balcony. I lived there for a couple of years with various roommates: 2 friends...