Posts in category "Our Town"

No hope was left in sight....

Janus is the Roman god with two faces: he looks to the future, he looks to the past, all in one moment.  He observes the dichotomy of life: comings and goings, all occurring at once. Last night my namesake god presided at a gathering of my friends. He was most unwelcome. The Bookbags had scheduled... Read more »

Let up on Charlie Trotter

I make my living off the Evening News  Just give me something-something I can use  People love it when you lose….. This is just an off the cuff blurb about the Charlie Trotter situation last week.  I have never met the chef, never sat at the Chef’s table, never stepped into his restaurant. I have... Read more »

Janet's Punchlist for the Dog Days

1.  Get Netflix and watch Orange is the New Black.  This show was the subject of a July watchathon for the husband and myself.  It is set in a womens’s prison, based on a true story, chock full of a rainbow coalition of interesting inmates.  You judge them, fear them, disrespect them, learn their backstories... Read more »
Advertisement:

Bullet Points- Janter on steroids

Bullet Points- Janter on steroids
No- the headline Bullet Points  wasn’t an unintentional yet pervasively unfortunate headline, a la Fright 212, via the Sun Times. ( On Sunday? Really?  Who is editing over there, robots?)  I am not going to to parse the shooting gallery that is Chicago.  When the police Commish is patting himself on the back, who am... Read more »

About the Bright One...

About the Bright One...
I have tried to be patient with the Sun Times, but they are testing my loyalty.  Chicago is that rare town where news stands account for some sales, and commuters love the compact format for the train and bus.  SO…pictures sell papers.  How could they fire every single photo-journalist? People with 44 years of devotion,... Read more »

Roger

Roger
Roger Ebert’s Universe was filled with wordsmiths.  I have pored over their tributes and feel honored to know him better through their loving lines. I was never an inner circle friend-yet he was a friend to me and Steve.  He reached out, shared his summer hijinks, showed kindness to our kids. I am hobbled with... Read more »
Advertisement:

My Popcorn Story

My Popcorn Story
Thirty five years ago, I was teaching at Bloomfield Hills Middle School.  The kids were nice. They were also rich, largely from  families of GM or American Motors executives.  During my tenure, the son of GM CEO Robert Stempel was kidnapped skateboarding after school.  He was recovered after a ransom of $150,000 was paid to... Read more »

Housebound and Heartbroken

Housebound and Heartbroken
A sinus infection (my first) handed me my ass this last ten days.  My lethargy and inactivity provided a fine nest for despair. Every Mom has had her heart battered by the death of innocent children in Chicago. I am so mad, so sad, so awash in excuses that I could honestly not organize my... Read more »

Chicago Sun Times: The Sybil of Newspapers

Chicago Sun Times: The Sybil of Newspapers
Though the Tribune extends gracious hospitality to me here, I cheat on them. I am a newspaper junkie.  I also receive the Sun Times and USA Today, as well as my local weekly paper and the Sunday New York Times.  I quit the Wall Street Journal when Murdoch bought it, but I only miss the... Read more »
Advertisement:

Alone Again, Naturally

Alone Again, Naturally
Steve is in Florida for the next 100 days, getting his endorphins balanced and avoiding the Midwestern gloom that asphyxiates him.  I am content to stay here, with my pack of Milly and Mabel to dig in with.  As I type this, they are stereo-snoring on the bed and I am rethinking my choice. My... Read more »