Down the alley behind First United I turn east at the half-block alley. There is an abundance of scrap metal and rattling junk trucks, five in one small lot under a high rise apartment building. Out of the alley and back north on Greenview. Just before Morse the windows of the Rogers Park Historical Society catch the eye with a magnified shot of the area’s Victorian residents posing coyly within a copse of birch trees. The reflection of the apartments in the glass brings the characters startlingly into the present. East again on Morse the 9 to 7 Shop displays an assortment of gimcrackery highlighted by a couple of magic bottles that might draw Larry Hagman’s attention were he washed up on a beach as a flustered astronaut. Rub that bottle J.R. and you can have anything you want except trouble.