1958: Root beer floats and madras plaid, motor oil and Lucky Strikes. The city of Chicago, presided over by palm-greasing Senator Louis “Commodore” Kaestner, is being torn in two directions by the silver-spoon “Socs,” led by Golden Boy Jimmy Kaestner, and the “Greasers,” a crew as unyielding and dangerous as the switchblades the Capone boys notoriously favor. They see themselves as worlds apart, but the divisions aren’t as stark as they seem. And in the back-alley world of speed, sex, and street races, the tension is palpable—the collision, inevitable.
I am missing the noise of my feet, slapping against the wood on unbalanced boardwalk. I’m dreaming of walking Shea into the sunrise and taking Sadie to the boardwalk for ice cream cones with “lotsa sprinkles!”. Please, please let me walk before summer’s end. #latergram #sunset #oceangrove #goals #boardwalk #recoveryKPBstyle