Assholes in traffic A Chicago fact of life They need to drive, too

Here’s my pocket poem for the year 2024. Since I’ve written it myself I hope that it won’t be a bore. Three stanzas are all I’ve got

When the sun shines on Friday mor… Especially in the Spring It reminds us of what good things The coming day can bring. So offer the people you encounter

There once was a man named Fritz Who loved to eat gravy with grits. He loved them with butter but they made his heart flutter So now he just eats them in fits.

A long way from Mt. Pulaski on this cold, Illinois night. The Interstate is reaching out to Kris and Chuck, near Dwight. Dwight is far behind them now

They go on TV at night And make all of us laugh. But the best part of it Is irritating T**** by half. He rages at their satire

As snowflakes drift across the Interstate before me Arctic gusts transform them into bubbling brooks and boiling cauldrons

Lionel Messi is without a doubt the greatest footballer of our times But whether he’s the GOAT

That the ear hears something but the eyes and the brain can’t sort it all out will forever be a problem for me.

Coffee and a crossword now The farmers market later College football on TV after that How could Sunday ever top that?

Thanks, Bob, for making us laugh In your calm and cerebral fashion. Other performers would shout and c… But you had a different way to cas… Comedy albums are a thing of the p…

A crowded street teems with touris… as Commercial Street lives up to… This surely wasn’t the case in 202… when COVID-19 stole away the sum… The idea of getting “back to norma…