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.
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.
Follow Hal and Mitzi’s adventures together as they travel across the country. (Hal is the one who is 80. Mitzi is the one who is 10, going on three.)