The crazy lady across the street
by By Paul Greenberg, Tribune Content Agency
Jul 11, 2017
3 minutes
Her name was Mrs. Culick, and the memory of her, and of my own boyhood callousness about her, haunts me now that I'm old. But back then, when I had to think of her because sometimes I could hear or see her, she was mainly a cause of shame.
What would the neighbors think about this crazy Jewish lady who would babble in some indecipherable tongue from time to strange time? Happily, she had a devoted and responsible son, Jake, who would come quickly when needed. Sweaty, slobbering,
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