Mr. B turned 18 this month. We gave him a choice of birthday presents: 1) cash; 2) shopping […]
On a chilly spring morning, my sweetheart, G-Money, and I meet in the city to have lunch.
I am already in Chicago for my final class of the winter term. I coaxed G-Money to join me for lunch. I took the Metra, where I found this silly sign. The idea that stolen purses are on the prowl and lurking in Chicago still tickles me.