The Honest Ledger
Chicago in April smells like river water and possibility. The Chicago River still carried the pink tint from industrial runoff, but Edward Callahan liked to think it was getting better. Things always got better if you believed hard enough. That was what he told himself every morning when he put on his Yale pin and drove his used Ford to the municipal building. He was thirty-four years old and...
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