I think we'll all agree that I've been far too critical of him over the last few months.
Well, actually, I won't agree to that. Probably most readers won't agree to that either. But I'm sure we'll all agree that Mayor Emanuel will agree to that.
Anyway, time for a change!
The harsh glare of the winter sun is not kind to most of us. Wait for the softer glow of springtime before you subject us to your thighs and calves.
Sandals, shorts, and gauzy dresses call for a background of lush green grass, colorful blooms, and leafy trees, not bare branches and dirty slush piles.
It’s supposed to go down to the 40s by this evening.
"We argue against even using the rubric," said academic and consultant Ann Markusen, adding that the creation of such districts is "really problematic."
But then I saw this inexplicable howler in the February 2012 issue of National Geographic:
October 2011: World Without Ice
Page 109: Camels are artiodactyls, not perissodactyls.
How embarrassing! (Seriously though, love ya @NatGeo.)
It's bright and noisy and tactile, and it offers something else to master when you're learning so many other things. Most of all, of course, it's cheap—or it was. What else were you going to do with those quarters but something dreary like the laundry?
Pinball played a brief role in my life, but while it lasted it was mainly devoted to a Gottlieb game called Royal Flush. I remembered it, at first, as Joker's Wild, but a quick check against the Internet Pinball Database (who knew?) corrected me.