I have been ashamed to admit it, but I am second-generation welfare. When my dad retired back in the 1980s from a meat-packing company in southern Indiana, he was to receive a $600 per month pension from his company, but it had gone bankrupt — along with my dad's pension.
Somewhere along the way the adults hijacked Halloween. I'm not sure when the hijacking occurred, but for evidence one need only go to one of the seasonal Halloween stores that, like mushrooms after a rain, spring up every year around the first of October.
It's always interesting to see a new village board take a crack at our sword-in-the-stone problem of overnight parking. Fame, glory and re-election await the board that can find a solution to our parking problems.
In defending the expenditure of the $2 million Scoville Park renovation, I feel a little bit like the lawyers who defended the Nazis at Nuremberg or John Wayne Gacy's defense counsel. But somebody has to do it.
Following Paula Deen's use of the "n-word" and George Zimmerman's acquittal, we once again are agonizing over racism in America. Attorney General Eric Holder sounds the call for meaningful discussion on the issue. I thought we had already exhausted the topic each time Barack Obama ran for president. Guess not.
I'm afraid I missed the Chicago Blackhawks bandwagon. It certainly wasn't the first one. In fact, if you lined up all the bandwagons I have missed, it would look like the Dan Ryan on a rainy Friday night.