I have just a few words about a much maligned man.
I remember way back in the 70′s when we first met and he hired me to work in the kitchen at Oodles of Noodles on Lincoln . . . AND he paid me! That same summer he hired our band, the VKB, to play for the first North Lincoln Avenue (now Taste of Lincoln Avenue – north of Fullerton to Wrightwood) Street Fair in Chicago. He organized the whole shebang. He had us playing on the back of a flatbed truck with a generator as we went back and forth, along that stretch of Lincoln Avenue.
You know, he took my brother off the street and gave him a place to stay and something to do for as long as need be, ’til it was time to move on.
Check out the internet and you’ll see a whole ‘nother story, but I’m here to say I never let him hurt me, and he never did.
Walter, shine on.
Posted in All CFF Posts, Chicago, Country Fried Fred, family, Illinois, Live Music, Music, Musicians, news, Writing, Writing, wisdom, poetry & music
Tagged Chicago, Country Fried Fred, Hoving, Illinois, North Lincoln Avenue Street Fair, Taste of Lincoln Avenue founder, VKB, Walter, Walter Hoving