“Oh my gosh, yes, Monroe Street has changed,” Hank Reese acknowledges. “But is it really such a bad thing?”
It is 10:55 on a recent midweek morning, and the 81-year-old Reese, dapper as ever in a powder blue shirt and beige cardigan sweater, is standing in the same spot where he has spent much of the last 59 years – behind the cashier counter at Mickies Dairy Bar, the most popular diner this city has ever known.
He is also giving me his own no-holds-barred perspective on the vast transformation that continues to take place in the neighborhood southwest of Camp Randall Stadium.