The End of the Line.

Reminiscences from the 1950s, when I was lucky, and yes, privileged, to enjoy life. A preview of 40 new stories you can subscribe to here on Substack.

Photo by Charlotte Royal Walker

I grew up in Wilmette, a quiet suburb north of Chicago. Two hundred years ago, it was a primeval forest on the western shore of Lake Michigan, 1,200-acres of majestic oaks and elms known as the Ouilmette Reservation. A solitary log cabin sat near the shore. It was built by the French fur trader, Antoine Ouilmette, and Arch…