Young teen guys can do some of the dumbest, most mischievous stuff. Certainly not all guys, but enough. I hate to admit it, but I must—I was one of them. Seems like in our middle-class Chicago suburb in the early 70’s pulling pranks in the neighborhood was just the thing to drum up a little…
The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. A single key play could make one partnership a ton of money, but certainly lead to the bankruptcy of another. Or if the second partnership got the play, the first’s control would be broken. I’m getting ahead of myself. The…
It what would seem to some as an act of sheer insanity, in the middle of the afternoon on New Year’s Day—when it was -5º outside—I donned my Smartwools®, ear muffs, down jacket, and gloves, and went for a couple-mile walk on the Rock River Sinnissippi Park trail. Along the path, I came across a…