I live in the same neighborhood as the above mentioned museum but I haven’t visited it since the 1980s. During that time, it was a meeting place for Black teenagers who lived on the South Side of Chicago, and my crew had a ball. Good times, good times but I’m digressing as usual. I actually purchased a membership to the museum and still haven’t been there but when the weather breaks, I’m going. Maybe subconsciously I haven’t gone is because I don’t want to deal with the flood of memories that are going to come with it. When I was young and carefree and my family was still alive.