Category Archives: Life

Good grief 

Met Life, say it isn’t so.

You’re dropping Peanuts as the spokes characters for your brand?

Snoopy and the gang can sell anything…plus, your timing couldn’t be worse. 

The popular comic just released a new feature film, and a weekly cartoon series  is coming to television at the end of the year. Not to mention a new book (that I wrote) which is being released November 1st.

If I saw the Met Life folks, I think I would probably say:

On purpose

I usually avoid movies about dogs because of the inevitable ending.

No matter how wonderful the story, the relationship, the plot — the dog is going to die, either of trauma or old age, and my heart simply can’t take it.

But I saw this trailer at the theater last night. And although it made me cry like a baby, I may have to see this one.


First, this


By my side

I’ve been in Chicago almost two months now. I know my way around the neighborhood a bit better. My apartment looks like a home.

Feels like one, too.

As I’ve wandered around the city, seeing the sights and figuring out the subway system — I mean ‘L’ — I have documented it on social media.

People can diss Facebook and Instagram all they want, but when you move to a new city on your own, being able to share it with friends online gives you a wonderful sense of community.

With time, I will get that right here in the South Loop, but for now, I am especially grateful to my virtual one. 

Thanks for coming along for the ride!

An arm and a leg

I just spent three days at the Billie Jean King Tennis Center, my 10th consecutive year among the sport’s best and brightest at the US Open.

Although I’m tired from the trip, I returned home with all my limbs intact. 

Unfortunately, many of the top players in the men’s draw can’t say the same thing. 

In all my years faithfully watching professional tennis,  I have never seen so many walkovers and retirements. And the fact that they predominate in the men’s tour makes me question the best-of-five format.

The ladies play best-of-three in all tournaments,  whereas the men play best-of-five in all majors and many masters classics. The sport continues to become more physically demanding, and over the course of the year, these long matches can really takes their toll.

I love watching tennis; I hate watching men in tears as they are forced to withdraw due to injury.

The USTA pays men and women equally as they should — why not require them to play the same amount of tennis?

Who knows…it might lengthen some tennis careers and will definitely make the current tournaments more competitive. 

Just one fan’s point of view…

Cry freedom!

The storied ‘L’ train in Chicago sure has a lot of don’ts.

Don’t solicit.  (Expected.)

Don’t eat.  Surprising…but DC prohibits food on their subway,  too. I know someone who got a ticket while visiting. 

Don’t gamble.  WHAT?? Now we have seriously  crossed a line. 

Gotta have my shell game.

The key to happiness 

I handed over the keys for my New York City apartment to my broker on Thursday and flew off to Chicago.

My new place won’t be ‘mine’ until Tuesday, so until then, business trips — and generous cousins in a nearby burb — are providing shelter.

I’m used to living out of a suitcase,  so this vagabond period doesn’t really bother me. But it is somewhat disconcerting to not have keys to anything.

We spend so much time looking for our keys, carrying them, losing them, finding them…and now, I got nuthin.

My cousins, on the other hand….

They’re just showing off.