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Coolness became important during fifth grade at Immaculate Conception school in Elmhurst. If my fledgling fellows were cool earlier, I missed it or maybe they just didn’t tell me, since I showed little potential for it. It was cool having … Continue reading →

I don’t know where my brain has run off to lately, but today it surprised me with something I should have known for decades, but didn’t. The noun “job” is also the name of a book in the bible. The … Continue reading →

The only one who called my Dad Henry “Good Man,” as in “How are you, my good man?” was Bill Pickens, who was born in the southern United States and worked at Sears Roebuck with Dad in Chicago. They fished … Continue reading →

One of my favorite things to do in Elmhurst’s Immaculate Conception church when I was a preteener, was lighting a vigil light, which were stacked up like tiny stadium seats to the right of the altar, under the Joseph-holding-baby-Jesus statue. … Continue reading →

I never timed the walk from our home on Sheffield to the Diversey driving range on the edge of the lake in Chicago because I prefer not to know. It is one of the reasons I like the walk. This … Continue reading →

I went from being a bad golfer before lessons to an atrocious golfer after lessons. This is NOT what I expected to happen so I did what self-serving individuals do. I rationalized. Conversing with myself, self concluded too many dos … Continue reading →

Auntie Marge taught me that 2:30 p.m. is the time of day the angels pass over. The day rustles a little, like a skirt resettling itself in breezes. It’s pause-able. Today 2:30 p.m. met me on a running path bench … Continue reading →

Yesterday the United States Women’s Soccer team lost to the Japanese Women’s Soccer team; and before the athletes reached the sidelines to absorb this information, USA’s “squandered chances” was uttered, broadcast, generally touted about by observers, pundits and commentators. Watching … Continue reading →

On Bastille Day, I’m stuck on wondering what “liberation” is. Is it fighting tyranny? Is it letting go of perceptions we cherish even if they defeat us? Is it revenging those who told us what to do without our permission? … Continue reading →

One brush with fame the Larson family had during the impressionable 1960s happened when our Mom sang in a parish musical. It was called “The Gay ’90s.” Her sister sang, too; and I think this upped the special factor. In … Continue reading →