The Unlikely Success of Tom Dreesen
The Harvey-born comic rose to become Sinatra's sidekick, but he's still haunted by his Dickensian childhood.
By Rick Kogan, Chicago Tribune staff reporter
BACK WHERE HE CAME FROM, Tom Dreesen is standing at the corner of 155th Street and Lexington Avenue in down-at-the-heels south suburban Harvey and here comes a ghost.
“Tom, Tom, Tom Dreesen. Do you remember me?” shouts an approaching woman who is the worse for life’s wear and tear, with a face a decade older than her fortysomething years and wearing a tattered brown coat. She says her name and Dreesen says, “Hey, I . . . Sure, sure. How you doing? How’s your brother?”