While watching Justin Fields dazzle in Dallas and filling my bowl full of candy for trick-or-treaters, I was hit with a bit of nostalgia. Let me take you back to the 1980s.
I grew up in the Roseland neighborhood on the Far South Side. My parents are retired Chicago Public Schools teachers. They worked hard, and we were very lucky. Growing up, my brother and I had all the things we needed and occasionally a couple of the things we wanted. For me, that usually meant a trip to Evergreen Plaza for comics. For my brother, it meant record shopping. I never owned a pair of Jordans, and the only jerseys I had were ones I earned at St. Thaddeus grammar school or playing Little League for Jackie Robinson West.
