If you’re reading this post in real time (of course you are—you refresh your inbox every Wednesday until my blog post arrives, right?), join me in singing happy birthday to U.S. President Theodore Roosevelt: ♪ Happy birthday to you! ♪ Happy birthday to you! ♪ Happy birthday, dear Teddy! ♪ Happy birth— If my terrible
A dreadful calm pervades the County Clerk’s office, and the naturally-industrious clerks therein are reluctantly compelled to sit around, reading The Tribune, borrowing chewing tobacco from stray reporters, and retailing stories so old that they have been forgotten since the war of 1812. The fact is that an alarming decrease has been shown in the
While it’s important to be earnest, we all know what happened when the emperor ordered new clothes. Priorities, people. On a scale of embarrassment, getting caught with your pants down is right up there with failing gym class, wearing a hat in Parliament and getting your hair stuck in flypaper. What’s even worse, however, is
“When young, I was the architect of my own fortunes.” “Did they have building inspectors in those days?” – The Day Book, October 21, 1915 After that burn, my fortunes are now in need of a doctor, along with a general contractor, electrician, plumber, interior designer, landscaper and while I’m at it, a bartender, too.