I remember when we bricked a car on the corner of Lawndale and Altged. The car continued towards Fullerton Ave. with a bunch of us in pursuit. As it was speeding away a few gunshots rang out. After the car was gone, we started walking back to the corner and one guy was holding his left side. When we got to him and asked what's up? He stated he got shot, and showed us a bullet in his hand. He lifted his shirt and jacket, and he had a quarter sized abrasion like a cherry rash right on his ribs. Between the jacket and other clothes, the bullet hit him in the ribs, right on the bone and stopped. Nearby in a basement, we cleaned up the wound until he was good as new. His ribs were sore for a while but that was it. Twenty years later he got shot again during a robbery and survived a gunshot in the back. It just goes to show, when it's your time, that's it. Four of us were in Wisconsin once when we realized that three of us had been shot and the fourth one stabbed. Guess it wasn't our time, yet.LAGL1970S