Are We Being Inhumane To The Humanities?

Among the many Jobs I Didn’t Seem to Keep, teaching at a law school was one of them. (OK, my choice to leave all of them, with the exception of a short stint as a T.G.I. Friday’s bartender right between “stock broker” and “bomber navigator.” I’m not kidding.) The law...

The City That Care Forgot

College applications have become a traumatic right of passage for American kids. My daughter Peanut, a straight-A, very talented, quite zen, non-boy-crazy young lady turned into a blubbering pile of neuroses for the four or five months of college application season....

I Can’t Hate Hemingway. Or My Grandmother.

My Big Sister thinks I should be ashamed to admit this, but I love Ernest Hemingway. Sissy reminded me just the other day that Papa H was a Misogynist Racist Anti-Semite Hyper-Machismo D-bag (with an actual capital ‘D’).  All true, sadly enough. I love him anyway. The...

Paddy Works on the Blog Post

There are few Something-Americans who enjoy their hyphen more than we Irish-Americans. And there are So Many Of Us on St. Patrick’s Day, right? Well, it turns out the single largest ethnic group among Americans is… German. This rather surprised me, mostly...

How to Be a Good Grown Up

I never thought much when I was younger about how to be a good adult. I spent my adolescence wishing as hard as I could that the years would pass faster. Then college came, that halfway house between puberty and grown-up, filled with cheap alcohol, skunky weed and...

Welcome to the e-Cave

I’ve had a running battle with my #2 Son, Doobie, for years over how much time online is too much time. To frame this argument, two factoids. First, Doobs was born in 1988 and has no summonable memory of a time without a computer or video games. Second, I recall c....

WIZZ on the Radio Every Morning

Let me get this out of the way. I’m from Flyover Country. Maybe more precisely, I’m from a place so uninteresting that people from Flyover Country fly over it. My hometown—let’s call it Skeeterville so I won’t be cut out of Mom’s will—is an archetype dying Midwestern...

On the Joys and Sorrows of Being a Cubs Fan

Thursday, 3rd of November 2016 I’m writing this blog The Morning After. I have to capture on paper my Sweet Hangover. For the first time in my lifetime, my father’s lifetime, and (almost) my grandfather’s lifetime, the Chicago Cubs are World Champions of Baseball. (I...