This morning, the fog fills the river bottoms from Illinois bluffs to Missouri hills. Above, blue-sky peeks through but from my perch halfway up the rocky bluff I see nothing but the gray fog swallowing all that lies a hundred yards away....

It's all fun and games until disaster looms...

Harbinger of spring. The crocuses of Abend Street.

Falling in love with old brick streets and the houses that populate them.

Some people measure their lives by their kids' birthdays. For others, it's their wedding anniversaries. For some, it's their jobs. For me and all those other working -class boomer guys li me, it's the cars we drove. Here's the (mostly) true story of the Mighty Blue Max...

Oh the surprises you find  when you get your DNA tested to see where your ancestors came from...

Now don’t get me wrong, I love bacon just as much as anyone, in fact, there is no smell in the world better than that of bacon frying in the morning. You can have your roses, your Chanel and even the smell of sun on a beautiful woman’s skin. I’ll take the scent of bacon crisping and popping in an iron skillet...

Sometimes even having eyes in the back of your head isn't enough to protect a bicyclist from the broken bones and bleeding body parts...

“Have any of you ever worked cleaning toilets for a living? Or as a waitress?”