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.