Shelly Reuben 's Stories

July 28, 1973 My dear Shelly, Why don’t you give up on New York City and come back to Chicago and Highland ..

To be a landlord is to be imprisoned in the last form of sanctioned slavery in this country. It is ..

I grew up during the bad years. Urban Renewal had come within block of my father’s buildings. New government-subsidized ..

In the early 1900’s, my grandfather, Shepsel Reuben, opened a little general store at 656 Maxwell Street in Chicago. Maxwell ..

Samuel Reuben loved Chicago. When my mother made him leave the gray stucco house at 4907 North Bernard Street, where ..

When my father wrote me these letters, I was living in Princeton, New Jersey, commuting to my job in Manhattan, ..

Question: What, exactly, was my father? Answer: He was the personification of his favorite word, which he both used and ..

One thing I always liked most about having been brought up in a conservative Jewish home, was that the religious ..

It was infinitely possible for me to leave home and become an adventuress, because I was so secure in the ..

AUTHOR NOTE: I don’t know how I happened to get a hold of this next letter, but I’m grateful that ..

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