Under the soaring sunlit exposed brick heights of The Industrial Ballroom in Chicago, the room packed with neighbors.
If you listen hard, you can still hear the clink, clank dusty memories of when they manufactured product, when they made things for the world in this room and all the old…Continue
Other acts were stuck in traffic. Some balked at leading off. So by the time they all got to Woodstock, Richie Havens was up there singing about freedom.
Isn’t it amazing that you can say “Woodstock’ and every single person who reads the word,…Continue
It’s Boston. Of course they’re here.
Right over there. In the spring breeze sun. At a table with a view. Spencer with a dark beer, Susan drinking something pink and of course Hawk has champagne. Robert B. Parker’s characters.…Continue
Returned to the sea by Hurricane Sandy, the house where this video was filmed is gone. But the family, spread out across wild oceans and sprawling continents, is still here. Circling the globe from Wales to Northern California. Still connected. Across any given border of time, distance or trial. Much of…Continue
Spring is coming. Roger Ebert can’t have died.
The news filtered out on a clear and astonishingly quiet afternoon in April.
“I don’t believe it.”
Every computer screen across the city sizzles white cold and empty. How do you say…Continue
As the laughing young couple paused in front of my house while their dog, straight out of Paris Hilton’s purse, made a tiny little dog poo on our scraggly grass city lawn; the last thing I was thinking was turn the other cheek..
Watching them through…Continue
Imagine the hands reaching into that spacecraft and pulling out Bach’s music.
When the two Voyager Spaceships launched in 1977, bound for unfathomably distant, unknown stars, there was more music by Bach tucked inside, than by…Continue
"Because if I end the story, I will fade to black. So make your own damn ending. I don’t remember. Yeah. That’s it. I don’t remember how it ended.”
The old man whispering a rumbling stream of words in a voice like thunder that had forgotten how to roar. The inside of the neighborhood tavern…Continue
Open up “The Keka Collection” to any page and instantaneously you’ll know that you’re in the hands of a master writer. The reason is that no matter what she’s writing about, she lets you see it too. It’s all in glorious color, sound, taste, smell and touch.…Continue
Dawn Clark Netsch, the tiny, whip smart, political force of kindness and simply doing good across the political landscape of Illinois for six decades, died this morning from complications of ALS. She was 86.…Continue
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Does anyone know the email for The Vatican Human Resources Department? I want to send in an application for Willie B.…Continue
Inspired by Chicago radio legend Terri Hemmert . . .
One hundred years from right now, on the 170th anniversary of George Harrison’s birth, a circle of tiny kids sitting on the floor of a classroom will be led by a smiling Second…Continue
FORGIVING JESSE JACKON JR.?
A cloudy and cold community shudder ripples through the street corner spirits, the beauty shops, basements, diners and donut shops of Chicago.
Yes I know it’s a tad obsessive. Checking amazon every oh. . .lets just say “a lot.” But at 6:00 this morning, my new book, “Finding Work When There Are No Jobs,” that book where I thank all the people of OUR SALON, was priced at $14.99. And when I checked at, well. .…Continue
Between the moment she decided to come home to Chicago for her neighbor’s funeral, and the moment she walked in the side door of the giant church, I can almost guarantee you that Michelle Robinson Obama had the thought flash through her head, “I wish I could bring a covered hot…Continue
Lester 'The Lip’ Lapczynski never bothered with ‘Hello.’ Holding court in his…Continue
The temperature hits 60 in January, in Chicago and if you’re 15 years old,…Continue
If the joint had not been empty, somebody would have wondered what Mayor Rahm Emanuel was doing, wearing sunglasses, sitting up straight at a back table in a place called Jury’s on a clear blue-sky day in October.