It was the middle of August, and hotter than a hot plate with the burner turned to high. The blistering heat and the humidity off the lake caused the steam to waft into the air from the asphalt streets of Chicago’s north side. The teenagers in the neighborhood had opened several fire hydrants, looking for relief. One of the boys took an old truck tire and a two-by-four, placed it over the hydrant in front of the water pouring out onto the street, creating a fountain spray. It was our very own Buckingham Fountain … minus the colored lights. At least not until the police showed-up with their red lights flaring. The cops would turn off the hydrants and the teenagers would turn them back on after the cops left. It was like the cops and the teenagers had their own game of hide and seek.