Public bathroom graffiti intrigues me. I’m not the only one. The graffiti in women’s restrooms are typically better, I hear, but I don’t get to see much of it. I’m not sure why people feel compelled to scrawl on bathroom walls. There are lots of theories, and more than one post-graduate has attempted to study…
So I’m back in Chicago. And, you’ve got it, not for long. I’ll be leaving in the morning to get back to a more stationary life in Oklahoma. At least for a little bit. It seems that I left off somewhere around LAX. I’d paid for a “ShuperShuttle” reservation the night before. I’d never really…
Well, I did go to bed early Thursday night. Before I had fallen asleep, Berck called. He and Sydney were stuck in traffic because of a wreck up ahead, and Berck had to pee. So he didn’t talk to me very long before throwing shame to the wind and stepping out of the car and…
Berck left a message on my phone around 11 a.m. this morning telling me to call him. I don’t check my messages until I get off work at 3:30, so I gave him a call then but got his voice mail. He called me back about the time I got home. “Well,” he said, “I’m…