Do you remember where you were when President Kennedy was killed?Even if you weren’t alive at the time, you surely know that a sniper in ahigh window was waiting for JFK to ride by on that infamous day in November.In Chicago.
Friday, October 25, 1963
The city’s oldest, most famous strip joint was just a storefront with
emblazoned in neon over its lighted-up canopied walkway. Another, smaller
neon sign crooked its summoning ﬁnger into the street, while windows promised delight by way of posters of Lili St. Cyr, Ann Corio, and Tempest Storm, none of whom was appearing right now. The 606 opened in 1932, back when strippers were calledburlesque queens, and it hadn’t changed much in all that time.Sure, the walls got washed on occasion, the ﬂoors swept, thedishes scrubbed; but otherwise it remained a cozy, smoky,naughty retreat for businessmen, college boys, and in par ticu-lar conventioneers. The latter were the lifeblood of the joint, as the 606 was
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