Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Sad News

Eddie Schwartz, long-time overnight radio voice in Chicago, has passed away after a long illness. WBBM News Radio just reported the news.

I knew Ed (we worked together at the Loop). He was a big man and had no shortage of health problems over the years, but he was somebody who truly loved radio, and deeply cared about Chicago. He will be missed.

I interviewed him last year for Chicago Radio Spotlight.

Robert Feder wrote the obit in the Chicago Sun Times.

Video vault



What happens to little kids when they get drugged up for oral surgery? Watch this kid and see.

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Blago on Letterman

Wow they get these videos up fast. The show ended 14 minutes ago.

Suburban Man

If you're stopping by here looking for Suburban Man, this note is just a reminder that Suburban Man is now known as "Father Knows Nothing." I still write a new column every week, but I now post those on Sundays at the NWI Parent blog. I also provide a link here. This week's is called "The Difference Between Housewives & Househusbands."

The day the music died

It was 50 years ago today. They call it the day the music died; February 3, 1959. Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and the Big Bopper died in a plane crash.

Over the years, I've talked to some people who were affected deeply by that crash.

Bob Hale was the MC of their last concert.

Bob Dearborn became the go-to-expert about "American Pie" by Don McLean--a song inspired by that day.

Read their stories today if you get a chance. It will help you get a feel for what this day meant to them.

Monday, February 02, 2009

44 morphed presidents

Contributed by "D"

E-mails, we get e-mails...



"A" writes in about Michael Phelps...

"You mean that Michael Phelps is a normal 23 year old kid? Seriously?! Sounds like the media trying to create a controversy out of nothing (basically taking a page from the ESPN handbook).

Let’s see, he just accomplished a feat that no other human being ever has, and did it by forfeiting any semblance of a normal life, spending most of his waking hours in a pool with no one but a not-so-attractive older man with a whistle barking orders at him. Suddenly, he’s on the cover of every magazine across the globe, has cash literally falling out of his pockets, and all the hot chicks who once thought he was a great big dork, are throwing their panties at him. Yeah, I think he’s making up for lost time. And I also think he’s earned that right.

Besides, it’s not like pot is a performance enhancing drug, unless you count the 24-hour convenience store dash for microwave burritos and bags of Frito Lay and Hostess products.

Twenty-three years old? I barely remember 23 three years old, except that I had an awful lot of fun that year!"

Couldn't have said it better myself.

Groundhogs Day

The reason I can't listen to "I got you babe" without laughing.

Have a great day, all you woodchuck-chuckers.

Sunday, February 01, 2009

Father Knows Nothing

This is my latest Father Knows Nothing column. It's called "The difference between a housewife and a househusband."

*Note: There is only one difference. Read the column to find out what that is.

Blago on SNL