The Liberation Of Oak Street Beach
November, 1983
It was 90 degrees in the shade. I took advantage of Chicago's first truly hot weekend of the summer of '83 by going to Oak Street Beach, one of my favorite hangouts.On the dog days, that beach is always packed with people, a cross section of the city's population that would make a pollster proud: high school kids with radios blaring; construction workers hiding beer cans in brown-paper bags; airline stewardesses; bodybuilders; couples and singles, young and middle-aged, people from all classes a...
