sometimes being there is more important than words My buddy Joe set down his third beer on my back steps. Then he got this misty look in his eye. “Yeah, remember the time we stayed in this log cabin motel near Cadillac to go skiing the next morning at Caberfae?” “Caberfae? Vaguely…” “Yeah, that was … Continue reading Getting Through It
when statues disappear Sitting outside the Starbucks on Taylor street in Chicago’s Little Italy, I sip my latte macchiato. Something is missing but I can’t put my finger on it. I grew up here as a kid and it’s always nice to get back. Snag a plate of spaghetti and neck bones at Pompei. Buy … Continue reading Where Have You Gone, Joe DiMaggio?