The Audible

By James Borto

During the Chicago Auto Show, I had a chance to meet my sports hero, Walter Payton. Up to that point, it was the single greatest moment of my life. The memorable exchange would never have transpired had it not been for the efforts of a gracious security guard who recognized by desperation.

• Language: English
• Publisher: James Borto
• Release date: Dec 29, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005989378

James Borto

James Borto has made the Chicago area his home most of his life. He attended NEIU to play football and pursue acting, where he was awarded a theater scholarship. While there, he took a great interest in writing and filmmaking, even transferring to Columbia College briefly to pursue those goals. He attended writing workshops at various academies, including Second City. James worked in advertising as a copywriter for Scott Ross Limited, where he worked on campaigns for Dad's Rootbeer (Monarch Beverages) and Willy Wonka Candies. At the same time, he worked feverishly on a myriad of writing projects, including short stories, poetry and a deluge of screenplays. His work in advertising has been witnessed globally.

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The Audible

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James Borto

The Audible by James Borto

Copyright 2021

ISBN# 9781005989378

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The benevolent man put forth a profound effort facilitating a dream of mine to reach fruition. Regrettably, I may never recall his name. I am burdened with that and have been for many years. I’ve managed to exonerate my oversight as a corollary linked to carefree adolescence.

Growing up in a sprawling urban setting, in the late seventies, opportunities to garner friends and embark on adventures unfolded often, and I managed to stockpile my fair share. With all that Chicago afforded, embracing an unwavering pride in my city came effortlessly. Unfortunately, I learned, at a very young age, that placing interest in our city’s professional sports teams only invited insufferable misery. Yet, despite all our stalwart griping, true to our nature, Chicagoans have a habit of remaining steadfast in their loyalty to the city’s teams.

The first neighborhood I called my own was Ravenswood. Our domicile was a two-flat gray stone,