To quote Steve Dahl, radio God of Chicagoland for the past 30 years, I've got nothin' to say, and I'm sayin' it. From time to time, I'll spout off about what's bugging me. Currently, it's the psychotic thieves that infest Springfield and Chicago's City Hall.
But tonight, in repose after a Thanksgiving meal fit for a King, I'm not in a bad mood at all. The family is watching White Christmas, the dog is snoozing, and there's a crossword puzzle calling my name. So away I go...
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The rambling musings of a 50ish construction superintendent. Schooled in the Midwest as a journalist, consigned to a career in construction by personal circumstances, our hero has a novel inside of him -- which is where it should stay. In its stead, he offers this blog to the thronging masses, both washed and unwashed.
