If you have been listening to the last hour on this radio station or have been tied to the news in any other way, you know why I feel sick and, with an eight year old daughter named Fiona, why I feel scared.And so I retreat for a moment to an innocent time and I am a child and my world is free of de
It is the twelfth of December in the year 2020, and the little girl climbs onto her father's lap and asks, "Daddy, did you ever see snow?"The father laughs."Oh, yes, honey, there used to be lots of snow in Chicago," he says."What happened?" asks the little girl.
In a couple of minutes, you’ll hear about some bad cops—but first, the story of two beat cops.There was, of course, the day that Jack was knocked to the pavement while chasing a man who had just robbed Walgreens.
The bars of Division Street: where a man named Vanecko hit a man name Koschman. And in a Northwest Side bar, a policeman named Abbate beat a bartender named Karolina Obrycka.Sorrowful, both, but the city has a rich and lengthy tradition of booze and taverns.
You all have Thanksgiving memories—but none of your memories go back to 1895.On Thanksgiving Day that year the country's first official auto race took place. It was a 55-mile round-trip journey between the South Side and Evanston.
He does not seem made of flesh and blood. It is a summer day some years ago and I am looking at his head. Look…it is the color and shape of a gigantic tomato, the sort that wins prizes and "wows" at a county fair. Look at his hair: It is like one of those sleek bicycle helmets.