ADORESIXTYFOUR

Ever since the heart attacks I had four years ago (has it really been that long?), my memory has been a work-in-progress. Sometimes, I can ...

That oddly specific phrase kept popping up on weathercasts and websites in the days leading up to All Hallow's Eve. Weather is of some i...

The best I ever looked--at the wedding reception for Mr. & Mrs. Fluffy, 7/02.

Today marks the 10th anniversary of this blog. I'm not sure how I feel about this. I mean, I guess it's pretty awesome that I...

Whenever I get out to the Patio Theater (which I do as often as I can), I make a point of stopping at the Polish deli/liquor store a few ...

White borscht soup with Hungarian sausage. Mrs. Fluffy would be proud.

That's her on the left with JB at Millennium Park a few years ago. You always think there will be enough time to get together again....

Saturday morning, I was eating brunch in my usual spot--I hadn't planned on going out for food, but after the previous evening of celebr...

Mrs. Fluffy , a friend of mine who now lives in Atlanta recently lamented that she missed the CTA. No surprise. I often hear people from o...

As I compose this week's update at Polly Jean, the lime green e-mail machine, and sit in this desk chair whose springs have long since s...