Oakbrook, Illinois, August 1962. My Mom and my paternal Grandmother, Tatjana, stand with me near the Bonwit Teller store during our first visit to Oakbrook. I don't like to shop, but Oakbrook is one thing I've missed since I stopped living in the Chicago area. Oakbrook was a destination: even on a Sunday, when stores were not open.
(Here's that fountain in the Spring, and here it is in the Autumn.)
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Something about "going in town", as my mother called it.
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