I tuned into AM-780 WBBM tonight at 10:18 p.m. just to catch the traffic report. It was a little scratchy, but I’m astonished and thankful that I can pick up Chicago’s best AM radio news station down in Huntsville, Alabama.
“You’re going to avoid the South Loop, as protesters have shut down streets in the vicinity of Michigan and Roosevelt,” the reporter said. Continue reading
When I was an eight-year-old kid, they were the two most unfunny jokes in the world.
It would be 3:30 in the afternoon, two hours before dinner. I would go up to my mother, tug at her jeans, and look up to her with the sweetest little puppy dog face and say, “Moooommmmm, I’m huuuunnnngry.”
“Hi hungry, I’m mom, nice to meet you!” she’d reply.
Frustrated, I’d give a little whine, and press on, “Can you make me a sandwich?”
She’d drop what she was doing, turn to me, and pull her hands in close to her chest, wait two seconds, and extend them both out like she was performing a magic trick.
“Boomph!… You’re a sandwich!” Continue reading
I have a t-shirt from Jake’s BBQ in Virginia Beach, Va. The background on my phone is a picture that says, “No Jake Brakes.” My favorite John Wayne movie is Big Jake.
Whenever you see your name somewhere, whether it’s on a billboard, or a coffee cup, or the name of a menu-item, it’s usually pretty awesome. You say to yourself, “Hey! That’s my name! How cool!”
Unless your name is part of a stupid TV commercial that’s been burned into the brains of the entire country. Continue reading
Jake Berent 