Mozart once said of a colleague: "When he chooses, he strikes like a thunderbolt." So it is with "Bear Whisperer" Steve Searles, the subject of a new book that explains why bears are suddenly everywhere.
The Big 10 swallowing up the Pac-12 reminds me of when the Chicago Trib ate the Los Angeles Times. And look how well that turned out.
I’d put college campuses right up there with Thanksgiving and Dolly Parton as the best of what America has to offer…pumpkin farms, Kurt Vonnegut, Grace Kelly…yep, right up there.
I ordered the ginger catfish and a 24-ounce Slurpee-sized martini. Her mom ordered one too. Thank gawd for martinis and moms, is all I can say.
Smartacus is headed back to the University of Trees. Now who'll mock my t-shirts. Now who'll spray my joints with WD-40 every day?
I liked Gladstone’s. No one could flub a table reservation quite like they could, and the food seemed double-fried, as if it hopped from one boiling vat of oil into another. But didn’t you love the foil swans?
The recent rains have greened the lawns and plumped the soccer fields. By all accounts, it’s going to be an especially great fall.
My father-of-the-bride toast sounded like a Mike Ditka halftime speech. My role? To lead and inspire. To win the division. “To laughter,” I said raising my glass. “And to love.”
My summer vacation: Visited a bunch of lighthouses. Ate Jamaican food. Gave away a daughter...Just the usual.
Wow, this wedding. The flower girl is only 2, and already Pixar has taught her how to deal with princess brides. Tenderly, if you can. Like they are made of vellum and fog.