Saturday coffee.
Our Brooklyn grandkids and their mom are about to witness a classic Chicago late summer thunderstorm. Ulysses is already hiding out in some corner of the house.
Yesterday’s opening day of school was a pleasant surprise for everyone.
For some reason the Type 75s in our district decided that we could figure out what to teach this year without a power point presentation of district goals.
They hired a guy who does a motivational talk about school life that was actually pretty funny. What I could hear
Old school.
The Specials.
