The two-headed calf stared at us as we walked in the door, or at least one head did. » Read the rest of this entry «
March 20th, 2017 § permalink
November 7th, 2016 § permalink
Voting is like improv comedy: The fact you’re unprepared is only amusing to you.
For the rest of us, those who take more than one stab at existence and who tire of any activity with a cover and two-drink minimum to watch state school theater majors laugh harder at their own jokes than the audience ever will, we like to be a little more prepared.
July 8th, 2015 § permalink
500. Half a thou. D, to the ancient Romans. As close to the halfway point of the project as an odd-numbered goal allows.
So what should I write this milestone story about?
I decided to toss that question to the folks who made up the first 499, asking the people who got me this far how I should kick off the second half. » Read the rest of this entry «
October 17th, 2014 § permalink
Tiny souvenir glasses in hand, the crowd joked, laughed, flirted, mingled and networked over herring and little meatballs.
And beer. » Read the rest of this entry «
April 18th, 2014 § permalink
We used to work in newspapers, he and I. We talked about it.
We used to work in newspapers, he and I. We talk about it. » Read the rest of this entry «
January 28th, 2013 § permalink
“Most people don’t look up in this neighborhood,” he said. “But if you look up, right above the Swedish American Museum is a water tower with the Swedish flag on it. The neighborhood was a Swedish neighborhood. There’s still a Swedish bakery and there’s a deli and it’s still definitely part of the neighborhood today.”
“This is my neighborhood,” he said, giving the poster an unintentional tap with his finger before he the print marked Andersonville at the bottom of the pile on our table. » Read the rest of this entry «
September 28th, 2012 § permalink
Along that North Clark Street strip of brunch bistros, lesbian bars and Swedish bakeries, two kitties danced to Cajun-tinged country.
“It’s kind of making my ends meet right now,” the puppeteer told me later as he took a swig from a bottle of water. » Read the rest of this entry «