I pose that question in an upcoming Slice column. I have asked that before. And, chances are, I will ask it again. But even though it hasn't even appeared in print yet, I believe I have the answer. You know you've stopped rockin' when, on…
A woman who looked like she might be about my age backed out of a driveway right in front of me this afternoon. We all make mistakes. And she was driving a huge ass Canyonero (or whatever). I imagine those things have a few blind…
Which is astonishing. Here's Mike Royko's obit from 1997. http://www.nytimes.com/1997/04/30/us/mike-royko-the-voice-of-the-working-class-dies-at-64.html
Years ago, there was an editor and a reporter who loathed one another. I don't know if he was trying to run her off. But he made it amply clear that he was not satisfied with her work. Over and over. And not in private.…