He lived in Chicago at Wicker Park in a SRO, Single Resident Only, apartment building.
It was large and yellow brick....going from memory.
He had a drinking problem. Some folks would say at times he was a BUM..not me, ok me too.
Anyway Jolly/Karolyn and I just bought a VW beetle just before our marriage and drove it home. Maybe July 1967.
I got mom Artha/Scotty to come out and look at it.
Just then a cab pulled up and out came drunken Uncle Louie.
"Hey, sis I need a place to stay."
Jimmy, get your uncle out of here before pa see's him,,,he'll kill him.
You're the police, take him to the station.
Mom, where can I take him.
You're the police, take him to the station.
Arrest him?
Yes, that'll do,,,hurry up please.
So, Jolly jumped into the back seat of the beatle and Louie went into the front seat.
I took him to the 16th district and asked if he had ever been here.
No, I'm always the Wood st station. Near his flop house.
So, I took my uncle into the station, filled out the arrest report and locked him up for vagrancy,,,,,fed the lockup keeper a $10 and asked him to take care of him, you know feed him a baloney sandwich.
We never heard of Louie again until somehow my dad identified him at the morgue.
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