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Where did I put that picture? The one of you and Johnny Cash?… Read full post »
When Sargent Shriver died yesterday at 95, the litany of his accomplishments solemnly droned through the news cycle, the President issued a statement, and the burbling cartoon thought… Read full post »
Perhaps you’ve paged through a New Yorker or Atlantic and seen the poems of Christian Wiman. But chances are you’ve never seen him do a reading.
Last night, while a light snow whispered over the commercial bustle of… Read full post »
Just this morning, the sad eyed young woman in an orange dress and a blue goose down coat wrapped around her like a shield from the icy winter wind, steps outside the Haitian Community Center in Chicago and begins to walk to the water.
Terre Haute Indiana Federal Prison
In the back of the prison van, lit only by Indiana stars, rolling north across the endless, flat winter fields, he sat quiet. Rumbling down an empty highway. Trying to get ready to say goodbye.… Read full post »
The Congress Theater.
When Chuck Berry, 84, collapsed from unknown causes on stage Saturday night in Chicago, the concert venue was not some glitzy down town tourist trap.
Berry slumped over his keyboards at the Congress Theater. A 2,900 seat, faded… Read full post »
Every Sunday afternoon, the 16 foot white panel truck with “VETERANS HELPING VETERANS” painted on the side, rolls up Chicago’s grandest boulevard, Michigan Avenue, and comes to a stop just outside a building where some of the world’s greatest music gets played.
How do you make a Christmas memory? Lot’s of money spent trying. But how do you do it?
And an even tougher question. How do you make the memory mean something today? Right now. When we need it more than ever.
First, you… Read full post »
Listen to how this man takes on restoring his sight.
The facts are pasted in below. Many here know Rod. Got this letter.
But as the truth behind the facts drenched down in my soul, I could feel this golden orange Florida sunset… Read full post »
“This would have been the 70th birthday year for John if only he were here. But people are not questioning if he is here or not. They just love him and are keeping him alive with their love… Read full post »
One night only. Roy Orbison. Written in swooping red neon script on the tired marquee in front of the last roadhouse, where now stands an Outlet Mall on Highway 94 between Chicago and Milwaukee.
It was a Wednesday night. Bitter… Read full post »
When your hero dies, it’s as if the very shape of the earth has now changed. Ripples of heavy heart pain stab your soul, you walk down the street and you stumble for no reason, and the timing of the seasons goes awry. Spring could… Read full post »
Walking with purpose out of the snowy night cornfield where my plane went down on February 3rd 1959 and I died just outside of Clear Lake Iowa, I boarded the Sarah Palin bus for the trip to Spirit Lake where she was off to sell books and/… Read full post »
Oh, didn’t you hear? ” he said passing me the hummus sitting on the red… Read full post »
Outside Ahmed Wali Karzai’s Helmand restaurant at Belmont and Halsted in Chicago, thousands of people would spill out into the glittering rumbling celebration of joy that is the Gay Pride Parade for one sunshine day each June.
Before and after… Read full post »
December 2050. As he punched in the security code that snowy night at the armed entrance of the gated community, Ricketts Glen, at the corner of Clark and Addison in Chicago, the wind was so cold that his hands felt as if he had… Read full post »
It was in the men’s locker room at the East Bank club in Chicago that the guy with the big ears asked me the question.
I had no business being in that locker room. If W-2 forms had to be flashed to get into this East Bank Club… Read full post »