I'm tired of being positive, so I'm taking a break: The Des Plaines CTA terminal is a disgrace. The roof leaks. The concrete platform is pockmarked and it gives off a faint fragrance of eau de latrine.
I'm very thankful for all the good things that have happened to me this year. One of them was meeting a Forest Park entrepreneur, whose hand-knit creations give us the chance to buy gifts made in Forest Park, not China.
I heard a powerful sermon on Ecclesiastes, one of my favorite books of the Bible. I realize that even religious people find parts of the Bible tedious but you have to love a book that proclaims, "Everything is meaningless." Besides, this book provided the lyrics to one of the best songs ever, "Turn, Turn, Turn" by Pete Seeger.
In a society of sensory assault, I can't believe how many of us have become willing victims. We're addicted to distraction. Merging onto an expressway isn't difficult enough. We have to be texting our friend at the same time. Are there no sanctuaries against this onslaught?
I was reminded once again of how good-hearted Forest Parkers can be at the dinner where Scott Entler received the "Kiwanis Ed O'Shea Service to Youth Award." The third floor of the Park District was filled with over eighty friends and relatives of Scott and other recipients of the award.
First of all, I'd like to apologize to every teacher who had me in a classroom. If I had known what you were going through, I wouldn't have made your job more difficult. I feel this remorse, because I have newfound admiration and sympathy for teachers.
Just returned from another "dig" at our kitchen archaeology site. As usual, I found an array of ancient artifacts. Many of them were in good shape, thanks to cold conditions in the refrigerator and freezer. I also broke new ground in biology – who knew that grapes could turn into raisins after a few short months in the fruit compartment?
A dream deferred can still come true. John Milan never lost his vision of becoming a full-time music teacher. It just took him twenty-seven years to summon the courage to quit his day job and go for it. These days, he teaches percussion and harmonica to fifty students per week at his Forest Park studio. He also conducts harmonica classes at local elementary schools.
I came across a newspaper story bearing the shocking headline, "Parents who yell may raise teen's risk of depression." What? Isn't yelling at kids a key part of parenting? Why, a respected pediatrician I know told me that to keep peace in the house, it's sometimes necessary for "the lion to roar."