Of music, more music, and Art Cullen

by | Jul 1, 2021 | Ink Spots

  “Sometimes I wonder why I spend a lonely night . . .” If I could sing, I would perform the musical version here for you. Sadly, our family singing gene went to my sister and I have to be content with always being off-key and not able to carry a tune....
Of my beloved, mostly hapless, White Sox

Of my beloved, mostly hapless, White Sox

by | Jun 3, 2021 | Ink Spots

You’re probably wondering why I’ve reproduced the American League baseball standings today. Actually, the standings are not from today, or even from a few days ago. They are the standings on May 20, two weeks ago. By now, I’m sure the rankings have...

Of un-sad endings and other stuff

by | May 19, 2021 | Ink Spots

   Since I try to write stuff to amuse or at least semi-amuse readers of this column, I naturally avoid talking about health problems. Yours or mine. Or surgeries. Yours or mine. However, I recently had a “procedure,”  which wasn’t a surgery, so I...

Turn-about is fair play. I guess.

by | May 6, 2021 | Ink Spots

  When I was working at the newspaper and writing Inkspots every week back in the ’80s, I was never short of topics to write about. Mainly because Bing and I had five lively, accident-prone children. Did I mention lively? And accident-prone? Then, when all else...