Author Bruce Feiler
His lost year is his personal story of how he faces the fact that should cancer win, his twin three year old daughters are unlikely to remember him.
“Cancer, I have found, is a passport to intimacy. It’s an invitation – maybe even a mandate – to enter the most vital, frightening, and sensitive human arenas.”
I started a new job in January. I didn’t have a lot of options at that time so I accepted a job where I have a 60 minute commute each way, longer hours, poorer benefits (but better than unemployment), longer hours, mountains of stress, a thankless workload, longer hours, oh and longer hours.
Driving home tonight at 7:30 pm I noticed this bumper sticker on the car in front of me at a stop light. It took a few seconds for the message to register, but it gave me a chuckle.
As I contemplated this review of Vince Flynn’s
Sometimes you find the perfect image to illustrate your post.
Chicago is having a pretty good year if you follow the old adage that all press is good press. Even with “bad” press you are still in the news. The Blackhawks made it to the Stanley Cup Finals. Their junior member of the Senate is now the President of the United States and many of Chicago’s operatives are now employed by the White House.
