“Remember: The rules, like streets, can only take you to known places.”
― On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous
My buddy Slatsky called me this morning to see if I wanted to grab some lunch. Slat’s family is originally from Chicago, where his grandfather seeped into politics. He’s been here for a couple of years and continually trying to figure out our politics. Conversations with him are always thought-provoking, and enjoyable.
“So what do you say?”, he asked, “Noon at the Teacher’s Hideaway Lounge?”
Upon arriving at the agreed-upon time, I found him already perched on a barstool. Eyes glued to set where scenes from the presidential inauguration played out.
“Something else.”, he remarked as I slid into a barstool next to him, but socially distant, nodding in agreement.
We watched in silence for several minutes, till he broke the silence, “Too bad this isn’t our Governor hopping on the flight out of town as well. A tough-talking sum of a bitch that Lee is.” Slat’s clearly CONTINUE READING: LUNCH WITH MY PAL SLATSKY – Dad Gone Wild
