Musings, observations, and written works from the publisher of Eckhartz Press, the media critic for the Illinois Entertainer, host of Minutia Men, and the writer of "The Living Wills", "$everance," "Just One Bad Century," "Father Knows Nothing," "The Radio Producer's Handbook," and "Records Truly Is My Middle Name"
Thursday, November 03, 2016
So, we have a joke in my family. My mom always asks everyone if they need more food--before meals, during meals, after meals--every second she is around people. The only thing that can stop her is when I respond, "I could go for a pot roast." It's my way of saying enough with the food, already. Well, she just called me this morning to say that she got me a present for the Cubs championship. She didn't get me a jersey or a hat. She got me a pot roast.