Every goddamn day: 08/23/26

      Lunch Saturday was at Dolce Arte , a bright and airy Italian restaurant at 3622 S. Morgan in Bridgeport, attached to an enormous art g...

       My high school had a smoking lounge. But don't let the term "lounge" fool you. There were no comfy chairs, no billiard ...

       My three grandchildren marinate in adult attention. Love, books, toys. I've watch all four parents in action, up close and over t...

    Tuesday morning found me plunging backward, into the past, looking for the first use of the word "bagel" in the Chicago Record...

     There is an old Yiddish tale that goes like this:      A village man comes to his rabbi and says, "Rabbi, I have a problem — my ho...

       Lately, it seems the news has quieted down. The daily Trump disaster? Almost muted, a muffled din far away. The war in Iran, even mor...

     God, this is SO depressing...      Are we doomed to chew over the same old bullshit FOREVER?      I was up early Saturday — big day, ha...