Some people talk about Holocaust fatigue—I’ve felt it myself. And then I found myself in a beautiful apartment, on the 49th floor, with glorious views of Lake Michigan, noshing and celebrating the publication of The House in Prague, by Anna Nessy Perlberg. The event was sponsored by Lincoln Park Village, and the fantastic space was […]

Beth and I bicycled to the White Sox game again yesterday, this time with our neighborhood friends Jim and Janet. The last time I posted about riding our tandem bicycle to a White Sox game, some people commented on how brave we were. I’m not sure if they were referring to traffic or that somehow it’s unsafe down […]

This is totally anecdotal. Subjective. Not data driven. But I’m pretty sure that people are gradually losing the art of conversation. Not that we don’t talk. I think we talk more than ever. But it seems to me that we too often talk at each other, not with. We’re flashing aural bumper stickers at each […]

Well, we got through another Mothers Day. Not that there’s anything wrong with mothers, mind you. Beth and I celebrated by riding our tandem bicycle to U.S Cellular Field to watch a White Sox win with our generous friends Don and Juli (seats to die for, btw). And at our son Gus’ direction, I bought […]

We’re only a month into this baseball season and I’ve already had more fun watching my White Sox than I have the past three years. They’re off to a great start, 18-8, leading their division, and well, as Ozzie Guillen once said, “Fun is winning and winning is fun.” Beth and I, weather permitting, are […]