I suppose this story starts in the fall of 1977, when I got a job as a copy boy for the Chicago Daily News.
I said: “Yes, sir—I understand.”
I’d received notice about Albert from Josh, a high school friend who had a summer job at the paper. I believe Josh’s assessment went a little like: “Albert Dickens is so fucking cool!” Truer words were never uttered.
Plus, he had a sneaky sense of humor and a lusty appreciation for dirty jokes and bawdy limericks.
Fast-forward 41 years . . .
I read the news last Tuesday in a couple of bittersweet remembrances in the Sun-Times by Steve Greenberg and Rick Telander.
