Picture if you will a dark, overcast day in Chicago. Street lamps reflect in small pools of water left over from the rain and a thin mist seems to hang in the air. Our eye takes us downtown, to the intersection of Wacker and LaSalle Street, just over the bridge. Imagine the rain has stopped ten... Continue Reading →
The Long Father’s Day – Celebrating All Things Dad (Part 4)
THE DRAWING One of my best friends is Puerto Rican by way of New York. He was best man at my wedding and I was best man at his. His best man speech was one of those designed to embarrass, but the open bar before the reception may have led him to forgetting some of... Continue Reading →