Last week Beth posted about her humanitarian plan to remove me from Chicago while the Cubs played their first home World Series games since forever. Awhile ago, when it looked like the Cubs might just win the pennant, she determined that we’d go to the city of whatever American League team was in the Series. […]

If you follow this blog, you know my husband Mike likes baseball. You also know he doesn’t like the Cubs. Mike Knezovich is a Chicago White Sox fan. He does not think the ivy is cute — crying is OK in baseball, just not shrubbery. He doesn’t think naming a dog Wrigley is clever. He thinks the Cubs manager […]

I took a lot of cues from my late mother, Esther Knezovich, who was only too happy to provide them. For example, she’d lived in California in 1950 when Richard M. Nixon ran for the U.S. Senate against a woman named Helen Gahagan Douglas. Nixon smeared his opponent as a communist and won. My mom […]

Whew. I’m tired. Beth and I traveled to Oconomowoc, Wisconsin Saturday afternoon—a strategic location for our long awaited trip with our son Gus and his Aunt Bev to a Milwaukee Brewers game. But not just any game. At this game, every single attendee received an alarm clock. But not just any alarm clock: A Bob […]

Last week, in my ongoing quest to understand what the young people are doing these days, I took advantage of an offer to get two tickets in the handicapped section for a Taste of Chicago concert. The bands are The Roots (who I know of thanks to QuestLove) and someone called Donnie Trumpet, who I’d never heard of. I […]