Since I'm almost 50 and my dad was 88, his last message is a voicemail from March. I can't—won't—delete it from my phone.

How do you feel/react when some on recognizes you on the street?

Bourbon isn't brewed.

Man I miss DFW.

I read this back in high school in the early 80s on the south side of Chicago. Funny the racism never came up in our class discussions IIRC. An amazing novel.

Honestly I let everyone have their musical tastes, but watching Leader Dawes hop around like a dorky Pete Townshend wannabe while only hitting a C chord was a little much.

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer: The Musical at the Broadway Playhouse on Michigan Avenue. A live version of the holiday classic that they nailed.