The Villain Of Any Story Is Often

Everything We Make In Life, Eventually, Is Sold For A Dollar Or A Penny Or Given Away.

My Type Of Humor Is Me Not Caring Whether People Know What I'm Talking About Or Not.

This Is Not To Say There Are Not Chicagoans. But I Would Suggest That They Are A Nomadic People, Whose Lost Home Exists Only In Their Minds, And In The Glowing Crystal Memory Cells They All Carry In The Palms Of Their Hands: A Great Idea Of A Second City, Lit With Life And Love, Reasonable Drink Prices At Cool Bars, And, Of Course, Blocks And Blocks Of Bright And Devastating Fire.

I Have Learned That Newborn Infants Roll Their Eyes Around And Move Their Heads And Their Arms In Short Jerky Spasms. And If You Homeschool Them, They Will Stay This Way Forever.

Just Because You See An Iceberg Does Not Mean That There Isn't Global Warming.