There are bigger worries in this big old crazy world, but why is Lollapalooza still on?
It seems odd that the City of Chicago and Lollapalooza promoters have yet to postpone or cancel the July 30-Aug. 2 festival. Maybe there’s contracts and paperwork being worked out, but even in the best of times, Lollapalooza can be a major public health nuisance: crowds, porta-johns, food in the sun, thunderstorms. Did I mention porta-johns?
In a Thursday press briefing, Gov. J.B. Pritzker said everyone needs to “think seriously” about canceling all big summer events. Even my fearless webmaster Nick Kam who did this meme for me said he wouldn’t even go to one of his [...]
I have no one but myself to blame for this.
I’m alone at Christmas. I watch ESPN at night. Inspired by the Jerry Vale scene in “The Irishman,” I’ve been deconstructing The Golddiggers LP “We Need a Little Christmas.” I’m working on another book.
I’ve been reading more. That “Dylan and Me” (50 Years of Adventures)” by Louie Kemp, Bob’s BFF is pretty good, especially the part about Dylan and Cher singing “All I Really Want To Do” (accompanied by the Band) at David Geffen’s 35th birthday party. I had a lot of fun being a semi-big shot journalist, going to concerts, traveling to New Orleans 26 times and drinking tequila at the [...]
MEMPHIS, TN.—Many of the travel books I have written and the notes I have taken have been about getting there.
What about the art of being there?
I’m being there in my 2015 camper van right now. What is around me? Not many people. I’m at the rugged Graceland RV Park and Campground, across Elvis Presley Boulevard from the fancy hotel Guest House at Graceland.
The campground is about 30 percent full. My refrigerator has a six-pack of Diet Mountain Dew and a six- pack of Memphis High Cotton IPA. Being there is being prepared for fun.
I have trouble getting the heat going on my first trip of the 2019 winter. A simple switch of the outdoor electrical [...]
Our family in Wrigley Field’s 242, summer of 2000. Mom and Dad with caps, sons Dave (L) and Doug behind them with caps. (Mark Ibach photo.)
After 33 years I have dropped my Chicago Cubs season tickets.
Success became too much to handle.
Our first year as season ticket holders was in 1985 when Wrigley Field was more middle class friendly. Compared to today, I recall more families and more wayward old guys. By chance, in 1985 we landed in the shade of the dark green grandstands behind home plate. Newspaper columnist Mike Royko sat in front of us and adult movie star Seka was down the row. She’s a baseball [...]
