Ken Ortiz
Hello all,
So, here is one of those wacky stories of mine that was brewing and that is now ready. Hope you enjoy it.
I grew up in the Humboldt park area throughout all my "schooling" years (grade school, high school and college). While my graduation from Lane Tech was relatively uneventful, I could not say the same about my college graduation. So, even though I went to Lane and IIT (both very highly academic), I was also learning "other" skills during the time I was living in the Humboldt Park area. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on your take on it) I needed to use one of those "other" skills during my college graduation. Here is the story:
It's May 1983 and the day of my graduation ceremony from IIT. I will graduate this day with a BSEE degree (with minors in pinball and bowling). I get to the parking lot and I am wearing my cap and gown when I walk out of my car and I start toward Herman Hall, which is where the graduation ceremony will be. I notice ahead of me in the parking lot a commotion by a car parked there. I see a nice looking car (maybe a Lincoln), and an older guy working on the door handle and a few other people gathered around the car. Apparently they are all guests of one of the graduates. I also realize that he had locked his keys in the car with the engine running and he and his family are panicking because he can't open the door to shut off the engine and get his keys. Now I can see that they are from the burbs and affluent, an inner city guy like me can just sense that. So I go to them and tell them that I think I can help. Now recall that I am still wearing my graduation cap and gown and getting a college degree today as I go back to my car, pull out my trusty coat hanger, go to his driver side window, proceed to work it with my trusty coat hanger, get his door unlocked, go inside, turn off his engine and hand him back his keys in a matter of a few minutes.
As I am handing him back his keys, I notice that he is staring at me with his mouth open and a dumbfounded look on his face and so are the rest of his family. So I look at them and say "I grew up in Humboldt park" and walk away and back toward Herman Hall. When it came time for me to walk up and receive my diploma, I heard a cheer from where my family was sitting, but I also heard seperate cheering from a different spot in the auditorium, where I made some new fans earlier that day in the Herman Hall parking lot. I was sure they were thinking along the lines of: "What was his degree in, Grand Theft Auto?"
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