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Archer Avenue, Chicago, flarf, folklore, ghost, Mozart Ave., poetry, prose poem, Resurrection Mary, Southwest Side, vanishing hitchhiker
A well-known vanishing hitchhiker- my favorite evening at The Oh Henry Ballroom. A young man meets a girl, most beloved, who supposedly wanders the streets down Archer Avenue late at night, dating back 100 years, playing at Jeannie’s Bottle on the 12th. If you are there after 8:30 p.m, many men have had heart stopping encounters with the gorgeous legend, dancing at the corner of 47th St. and Mozart Ave. They don’t like to talk about this blonde-hair, blue-eyed Mary Bregovy, just a bunch of hooey seen on numerous occasions after a fight with her boyfriend at the Oh Henry Ballroom. Young Mary stormed out into the cold, where a moonlit encounter with an urban legend makes a compelling case for resurrection. She still manages to find men who long to dance.
Radical Totality 