
Gosh, who would be so crazy as to do something like that?
Happy New Year.
Or was it glue? He couldn’t remember.
Out in the front hall the mirror
on the coat rack was talking to itself
little bursts of static.
The second in an occasional series about where John Bellairs lived during his time in Chicago.
We've already touched upon Bellairs's first residence, the International House (or I-House) at the University of Chicago. He left at the end of the spring 1961 term and where he went after this is a bit hard to pinpoint. There are a few gaps in the timeline and, for all we know, he may have returned to the I-House for a semester or two.
“As the oldest kids in primary school, we’d just reached the pinnacle of the social hierarchy…and were about to slide right back down it, into the scary and unforgiving world of junior high.”