I don't remember the Enema Bandit, but I do remember the Ketchup Kreep. He skulked around the U of I library in Champaign & looked for co-eds [as they were called then], who were studying with their shoes off & poured ketchup into their shoes & then the women would put their shoes on & realize what happened. I never read that he was caught. There are some seriously strange people out there, but at least then, they rarely used guns.
Hi. Mike J, class of 1972, Montini (Lombard) HS, and freshman at UIUC, fall, 1972.
I'll never forget the Enema Bandit. It was a huge, and hugely entertaining, story on campus. And after they caught ol' Michael Kenyon, as the E.B. was originally christened, Frank Zappa (of whom I am a HUGE fan) immortalized him on the "In New York" live LP (here's the song: https://youtu.be/5J4HzfGG2PM)
Your writing has shown me how something like this story, which figures significantly in my imagination, can be nothing in another place and time. Wow...
And some minutiae about UHF. You failed to mention ch. 20, known from 1965-1974 as WXXW, WTTW's little UHF cousin. (https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/WYCC)
And certainly, Steve and ALL his Sout' Side buddies woulda been watching WFLD Ch. 32, as they'd been broadcasting White Sox games since 1968! I'm sure Steve must have a memory or two about the sad day WGN and Jack Brickhouse, with his unabashed homerism for both sides of town, was replaced by boring journeyman playcaller Jack Drees (or as we called him, "Jack Dry-s").
I don't remember UHF being all that hard to recieve at our house in Lombard, but again, it's all about place and time.
I think that's it. I'm a bit frustrated by the Substak Reader's lack of page/chapter control. The ONLY thing I can do, it seems, is either plod thru each post in linear order, as you posted them, or return to a ridiculously long list of chapter titles that, since I'm just beginning my journey to discover Steve and 1972, I have to scroll WAAAAAAAAAY down to the bottom to find my current place.
Oh well, they come, they go.
More later, I'm sure. Thanks for this maddeningly fascinating whatchamacallit.
My father quit school at 16 and went to work for the Herald American in the mid ‘20s. By the time I was born in ‘52, he was in the circulation dep’t of the American. So from the time I could read our household was Trib/American/Today exclusively. (The Trib owned the American/Today as you pointed out, I believe.) The American/Today had the best comics of all the Chicago papers, at least imo. I delivered papers, first by bike and then by truck, until I was in my late teens/early 20’s. (And I do remember the enema bandit because I was college age by then.)
I don't remember the Enema Bandit, but I do remember the Ketchup Kreep. He skulked around the U of I library in Champaign & looked for co-eds [as they were called then], who were studying with their shoes off & poured ketchup into their shoes & then the women would put their shoes on & realize what happened. I never read that he was caught. There are some seriously strange people out there, but at least then, they rarely used guns.
Hi. Mike J, class of 1972, Montini (Lombard) HS, and freshman at UIUC, fall, 1972.
I'll never forget the Enema Bandit. It was a huge, and hugely entertaining, story on campus. And after they caught ol' Michael Kenyon, as the E.B. was originally christened, Frank Zappa (of whom I am a HUGE fan) immortalized him on the "In New York" live LP (here's the song: https://youtu.be/5J4HzfGG2PM)
Your writing has shown me how something like this story, which figures significantly in my imagination, can be nothing in another place and time. Wow...
And some minutiae about UHF. You failed to mention ch. 20, known from 1965-1974 as WXXW, WTTW's little UHF cousin. (https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/WYCC)
And certainly, Steve and ALL his Sout' Side buddies woulda been watching WFLD Ch. 32, as they'd been broadcasting White Sox games since 1968! I'm sure Steve must have a memory or two about the sad day WGN and Jack Brickhouse, with his unabashed homerism for both sides of town, was replaced by boring journeyman playcaller Jack Drees (or as we called him, "Jack Dry-s").
I don't remember UHF being all that hard to recieve at our house in Lombard, but again, it's all about place and time.
I think that's it. I'm a bit frustrated by the Substak Reader's lack of page/chapter control. The ONLY thing I can do, it seems, is either plod thru each post in linear order, as you posted them, or return to a ridiculously long list of chapter titles that, since I'm just beginning my journey to discover Steve and 1972, I have to scroll WAAAAAAAAAY down to the bottom to find my current place.
Oh well, they come, they go.
More later, I'm sure. Thanks for this maddeningly fascinating whatchamacallit.
My father quit school at 16 and went to work for the Herald American in the mid ‘20s. By the time I was born in ‘52, he was in the circulation dep’t of the American. So from the time I could read our household was Trib/American/Today exclusively. (The Trib owned the American/Today as you pointed out, I believe.) The American/Today had the best comics of all the Chicago papers, at least imo. I delivered papers, first by bike and then by truck, until I was in my late teens/early 20’s. (And I do remember the enema bandit because I was college age by then.)