I treated myself to a nice walk in the rain Monday afternoon…unplanned, of course, but still so very pleasant that I wasn’t even mad at Pete Petoniak, the WLUK weatherman who had assured me and all his viewers that it would not rain until “after dinner”. “What time do you eat dinner, Pete?” I thought [...]
Where were you on September 11, 2001? I was dropping my youngest daughter off for her first real day of pre-school. We listened to Murphy and Maino, a local morning show, on the radio as we drove to school, her buckled into her car seat way in the backseat of our giant conversion van, and [...]
My sister Jenny got an intriguing tip two weeks ago as she drove away from our family cabin. She called me immediately. "There's an old car with bullet holes in it hidden off a path near a farmer's field," she said. "I think it's John Dillinger's." Of course we set off immediately to find it. [...]
What would you do in a Klondike bar? If you were a young Bill Hoffman, you might follow your dad in on a Sunday morning to enjoy a little post-mass refreshment -- Orange Crush and a candy bar for you and your four siblings, and a beer or two for your dad. You'd feel right [...]
I admire most the unlikely flowers, those dropped from an apathetic wind and pushing up tall and strong from unfriendly soil. I wonder, sometimes, how that feels, having been more of a potted plant myself. Is there time for a wild seed to ponder its place in the fickle universe or are its days filled [...]
