A Cold Winter Night in February of 1980 On Friday, February 22, 1980, I went to my girlfriend’s house for dinner after work. She made a nice meal, and afterward we sat down…
In a previous rant I went on about the never-ending stream of prescription drug commercials on television and their advertising budgets. Because of the commercials I focused mainly on the weight loss,…
So, I wrote to the NFL to see about advertising the books I authored during the Super Bowl. Thirty seconds would cost $7 million, I was told. That’s out of my budget.
Good evening. In 1964, a mother brought home a record. She put it on while she prepared dinner for the family. She hummed along absentmindedly, not really listening, the way people do when…
And What Records the Patriots Could Break (Plus a Lighthearted Look at the Bears’ Future) I was hoping to write about the Bears being in the Super Bowl, but I guess I…
A couple of years ago, I found myself in a doctor’s office for a routine visit — the kind required simply to continue prescribing a medication for a condition I’ll have for the rest…
As many of you probably already know, I’m a 68-year-old (almost) American who grew up in Chebanse, Illinois. I know that, to some people, that alone is enough to dismiss anything I have to…
The large-screen television was already on, waiting for the game to start, when Willy and his wife, Randi, arrived at the party. Once, this day had meant something — a major event, people milling…
Charlie Quicksilver was an over-the-road truck driver, a job he dearly enjoyed. He traveled the country for a living and, over the years, had been to every state, made friends everywhere, and seen just…