Rarely in life do we get to meet a demon face to face. More often than not, it just stalks our path.
But in this case, I would come to know a demon, who was not only traveling my route, but was a neighbor.
In the late 1970s on the northwest side of Chicago, a demon was obviously hard at work. More than 30 youngsters from the area disappeared and no one had a clue.
It was 1978 and I was then living at the northwesterly tip of the city, just off the O’Hare Airport cloverleaf, and traveling to Wisconsin on business most every weekend.