My colleague, Wayne Johnson, occasionally has graced this page with notes on his illustrious film “career.” The Chas never has appeared in a movie, although he always wanted to; but, he, a poor player, has strutted and fretted his hour upon the stage and then was heard no more, to
Winter is upon us. Maybe not just yet officially, but it feels just like it. In Al Demeter Park south of the Aurora Public Library, the trees have shed their beautiful Fall colors. Although the bears are hibernating in their dens, it’s still a good idea to take small children
Recently I was thinking about the days I was a newspaper delivery boy. Yes, younger readers, although I can’t speak for all worlds, there actually was a time in the history of our world when kids made money delivering newspapers. I wasn’t thinking about the newspapers, but about coincidences that
At the risk of sounding like a doddering, senile, old guy afraid of anything new, and life in the 21st Century generally, which I am, but I don’t want to sound like one, there are many things I would prefer that, when they reach a good point in their development,
During Labor Day weekend I lived up to the spirit of the holiday by doing labor: Cleaning gutters, moving furniture, and whining. The whining accounted for the majority of the labor. Speaking of labor, my unwritten rule for employment is to do just enough to keep from getting fired because,
I was never any good at sports, although I thought I wanted to be. My Little League career was hampered only by the fact I couldn’t catch, throw, run, or hit. I’m positive I would have been a much better player if I could have done those things. The other
I’ve avoided writing about political stuff lately because it’s been nearly impossible to find any humor in the things coming out of Trumpworld, a.k.a. The Swamp. But one great thing has happened: Scott Pruitt is history! If you have the opportunity or interest, read his letter of resignation. Pruitt writes
With the arrival of Summer my thoughts turn to baseball, beer, barbecue, beaches, and visions of sugar plums while my wife’s thoughts turn to the stupid list of household projects I was coerced into making with her in the early Spring. At the dawn of each rain-free day, the list
What’s in a name? A bunch of letters for one thing. Eons back, when I was a teenager with my friends, with nothing better to do one Summer day, we amused ourselves by looking up funny names in the Chicago phone book. We happened upon the last name on the
Weeds have been with us since they first came over on the Mayflower to seek a better life, especially in my yard, so I was all set to repeat my annual ritual of dumping some weed ‘n’ feed on my lawn. I changed my mind when I heard the angry
