I recently read that one's first memory can be as early from two years of age if something traumatic happened. Sure enough mine is. It's from waking up in a hospital in Louisiana when I was two. My second memory is from a few years later, around the age of five. It's the Chicago Cubs.... Continue Reading →
Getting Serious
I've always had a soft spot for Cleveland teams. It's a hard luck city that's gone decades without major league championships in all three of the city's major league sports, until the Cavaliers won the NBA title this year. It doesn't look like the Browns will find success anytime soon. In 1995 I was rooting... Continue Reading →
Cubs
Most newspaper editors love a nice soft editorial cartoon. Me, not so much. But with a few of them voicing that they don't want so much Trump coverage because Trump supporters get mad and threaten to kill them, I don't mind finding other subjects occasionally. Especially if that other subject is rooting for my Chicago... Continue Reading →