Until seventh grade, it was all about sports for John Clay III. Basketball, to be precise (he's 6-3). Maybe because of the demands of sports, he was looking for an easy course to fill out his schedule, so he took choir. A few of the girls told him he had a nice voice. OK. And his best friend, Da'Boris Bradley was "a theater geek." Being a seventh-grader, of course, Clay teased him about it.
As a newspaper editor for over 22 years, a newspaper columnist for over 28, and having written two books (more on that in a future column), I've been contemplating the craft of late. During the last two decades, I've read a lot of writing that … could be better — including, maybe especially, my own. Not everyone will become a good writer, but everyone can be a better writer.
I'm a typochondriac. I wake up in the middle of the night wondering if I fixed that transposition of letters and whether I checked the spelling of "peripatetic." You might think such details are inconsequential, but I assure you they are not. A lot is riding on it.
By late morning, the cement and gravel dike at Chicago and Thatcher was holding back several inches of water. Chicago Avenue was under water extending west toward Maywood. A couple of Public Works employees came by to check the depth, then moved on. Newly re-elected River Forest Library Board member Patrick Meyer, who lives just east of Thatcher, came by with his son to check the situation.
Doing anything this weekend? If not, don't blame it on a dearth of options. Most weeks when I edit the Calendar section (see page 39), I'm impressed by the rich array of cultural offerings in our communities. But the weekend ahead is nothing short of Culturepalooza.