A t his regular spot — the stool with “BG” on the back, way at one end of the bar — the owner of Buddy Guy’s Legends scans the hundreds of people packing his club. Tugging off the pandemic-era mask he ...
If you happened to be at the corner of Wabash and Balbo at 11 p.m. in early February, you would have seen a small crowd gathered around an 87-year-old man with a beaming smile. Nattily attired in a ...