I moved to Rogers Park from the south side in December 1967, one week after No Exit moved down from Evanston. I walked past No Exit every day on my way home from work. You couldn't see in the windows for the risers in the windows. I would peer in the window and see the musicians on stage. I was apprehensive about going in side, it took me three months. I went in one night for music and didn't go back for two months. I admit I had a serious puritanical up bringing. I met Joanne the second time I went in and she immediately brought me into the fold and I didn't leave for 32 years. From waitress to manager to owner. So many people.

I am crying so hard now I need to stop.

Sue Kozin