Crypt Keeper & Chicago Tribune

Only days before Halloween, before Days of the Dead...Be afraid.

Be very, very afraid.

For the Australian crypt keeper is trolling the streets and rivers of Chicago in search of fresh newspapers to chew up, spit out and destroy. Rumor has it, Rupert Murdoch has his gimlet eyes on Chicago and LA.

http://mediamatters.org/blog/2012/10/25/chicago-tribune-la-times-veterans-fear-possible/190927

Given the numerous jailed ex politicos of Illinois behind bars, does The Hack-master Rupert Murdoch want to buy the Chicago Tribune to hide amongst the illegals? Insurance, should he live long enough to become entangled in the unfolding tendrils of Rebekah Brooks and the litigious of Murdoch in the UK?

Is this just a scary tale told to terrify the honorable journalists and writers still left in Chicago, or a nightmare on North Michigan Avenue to create a critical mass of journalism drop outs at universities around America?

Or has the humor of the so-very-funny-recently brilliantly mounted play at Timeline Theater-The Front Page, come back to bite Chicago in the butt with retrospective reality of 2012?

Would the ill-gotten, allegedly important rocks implanted in the gothic icon Tribune Tower fall into the river in shock, as has been said, if the Evil One comes to Chicago? (As has been said; or as I just said.)

We need Harry Potter in graduate school JK Rowling, to save Chicago ASAP.

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    I was an accidental expatriate; love and marriage led me to it. One day I was a bandy-legged kid sitting atop my dogwood tree looking out of my small backyard world in 1950s New Jersey, wanting to move somewhere--anywhere, different. Next thing I knew my father had accepted a job in Houston TX. I was ecstatic, it was a foreign land in 1961 America. After high school graduation, my parents’ gave me a matched set of fawn-colored hardsided American Tourister luggage. Taking the hint, I went to college; well four colleges in five years--it was the 60s after all. Meeting a young hirsute anti-war, soon-to-be-Peace Corps volunteer, I fell in love. After finishing up college coursework for my degree, but before I even walking a graduation stage, I grabbed the paper airline ticket my boyfriend had sent me, my brand-new passport, and was off to the airport and Lima, Peru.

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