I Have A Talent

The question most people want to know, but are afraid to ask for fear of ‘upsetting me’ is, “What did you do to The Stalkers that made them so angry with you that they’d follow you around for decades?”   The truthful answer is NOTHING.  But it’s a little more complicated than that.  As most things are. Continue reading


Alvarez Wasn’t The Only One

I was originally going to aim this blog at Anita Alvarez because of the current troubles she’s having regarding her job.  I felt she should know that there are other women, me for certain, who have lost jobs because of someone else’s bad behavior.  

And then, I started looking at the timeline on the jobs that I’d lost because of The Stalkers and most of them I held while Richard Devine was Cook County’s State Attorney.  Ain’t that a kick in the head? Continue reading

A Good Memory

Herb Kent DJ Hall of Famer from V103

This Sunday afternoon, Herb Kent, DJ Hall of Famer, was at the helm of V103 and he was playing his ‘Dusties’ and one of them was this song by ZZ Hill that I had always acquainted with BB King.

The song in an odd way, reminds me of my mother, when she worked in my Aunt Gussie’s Honky Tonk.

It brings back good memories and as the old folks used to say, ‘the boy went to Church’ on this one.

ZZ Hill, “Down Home Blues”

The following excerpt is from STALKED! By Voices

My Aunt Elvie and my Aunt Gussie, my mother’s sisters, were wonderful to us. Both of them ran ‘stores’ from their homes, and whenever we’d visit, they made sure we had plenty to eat and enough to take home.

Whenever money was really tight, my mother would take a job working for my Aunt Gussie. My Aunt Gussie had a liquor license and served cold beer and liquor along with her home cooked meals in her ‘store’. And her store had a jukebox and ample room for dancing. In other words my Aunt Gussie ran a honky-tonk. And my father strongly disapproved of my mother working there. I don’t think I ever saw him set foot in the place.

If customers were in the ‘store’, my mother told me to stay in Aunt Gussie’s house and not to come out. If we got hungry, either Judy or Man, Aunt Gussie’s children, would go over to the store get food, and bring it back, for us, even though they were younger than me. I think this must have been her compromise with our father. 

Eliza D. Ankum
Author of
Flight 404
Ruby Sanders
STALKED! By Voices
Dancing With The Fat Woman