Welcome to Halie of the Alley
The Westside alleys of Chicago were Hal’s playground until either his mother voice rang across the neighborhood, “Halie of the Alley, it’s time for supper,” or the streetlamps went on, whichever occurred first.
Photo by Broom: INSPIRATION
In some form or another, there is one question I’ve been asked at every reading of Photo by Broom. “What inspired you to undertake such a massive project?” It’s a simple question, and…