It started at 137 DeKoven Street. That’s where the O”Leary’s barn was in 1871. A cow kicked over a lantern (or some guys gambling knocked it over) and what instruments we have agree tell us that half the city of Chicago burnt down.
Don’t get me wrong.
I have nothing against
fame and fortune.
But only after I’ve
raked the yard and
swept out the garage.
I don’t have any regular reading that I do these days. I used to. Now it’s mostly meetings and radio shows, lunches and weekend trips. I love the life of radio way more than I hate it, so we roll on. We roll on.
The holidays are particularly demanding for the man in charge of local radio. Pick a day. How about Thursday?
Scattered thoughts on a grain silo,
A farmer gets up real early and
coughs on the way to the barn.
He feeds the horses
then smokes a cigarette.
It won’t be light for hours.