I can hear the choirs of derision now. Who is she to invoke the saintly name of Royko? But here's the thing: the blog title doesn't suggest that I fancy myself a new Mike Royko. That would be impossible. It's more about striving to capture Royko's spirit -- his common sense, his satirical wit, his uncanny ability to smell a rat and to always come to the aid of the little guy.
I'll be ecstatic if I capture one percent of Royko's sense and sensibility in this blog.
So get over it.