by Shelly Reuben on July 16th

General Headquarters Office of Samuel Reuben June 17, 1974 Dear Selma, Shelly, Linda & Chucky, I am writing this letter in quadruples to insure ..

by Shelly Reuben on July 9th

When I called Ollie during my rare trips home, he remembered me. Every time. But I never gave him the ..

by Shelly Reuben on July 2nd

Ever since I left home, I always asked about Ollie when I came back. It wasn’t that it was at ..

by Shelly Reuben on June 25th

What follows is the first letter I received from my father after my brother, Michael, died. April 3, 1974 Dear Shelly, When nature ..

by Shelly Reuben on June 18th

My brother, Mikey, died on a beautiful day. The temperature was eighty degrees. He had borrowed his friend’s raft. It ..

by Shelly Reuben on June 11th

After everyone else had gone home from Michael’s funeral, I stayed on with Mom, Dad and my brother Chucky, and ..

by Shelly Reuben on June 4th

My brother, Michael Asher Reuben, was a talented, passionate, virile, handsome young man who wanted to write scripts, produce movies, ..

by Shelly Reuben on May 28th

July 28, 1973 My dear Shelly, Why don’t you give up on New York City and come back to Chicago and Highland ..

by Shelly Reuben on May 21st

To be a landlord is to be imprisoned in the last form of sanctioned slavery in this country. It is ..

by Shelly Reuben on May 14th

I grew up during the bad years. Urban Renewal had come within block of my father’s buildings. New government-subsidized ..