As part of my never-ending quest to become marginally adequate at something, I have begun taking spin classes. First of all, the name is misleading. There is no spinning, as I think of the term.

I celebrate the spirit of Christmas by insisting on shopping in person. Amazon is fine for staples, but if I don't get elbowed in the kidney by someone trying to beat me through a Magnificent Mile revolving door, I don't really feel like I'm giving Christmas everything I've got.

I might be too old for concerts. This point was driven home to me a couple weeks ago when Liz Phair (who I hadn't thought about since about 1996) played the Metro (which I also hadn't thought about since about 1996). 

Twenty-six years ago when I graduated OPRF, for the graduation ceremony they required a dark suit, white shirt, and red tie for the boys and white dresses for the girls.