14 October 2026
The Bobs 2.0
Picture a twenty-something in a brand new suit, debating AI. And losing.
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14 October 2026
Picture a twenty-something in a brand new suit, debating AI. And losing.
12 October 2026
Five scrambled words, one folding chair and the house.
12 October 2026
A poet, a coach and nine words in code.
9 October 2026
LinkedIn is a breadline wearing a tuxedo.
6 October 2026
The papers say I helped arrest a woman in Florida and argued with the pope. I did neither. Nobody knows what I am, and that’s a good thing.
4 October 2026
3 October 2026
A man built a dial to hurt a machine. Everybody argued about the dial. Nobody looked at the hand.
3 October 2026
3 October 2026
3 October 2026
The Sox are in the playoffs. And winning? That’s not nothin’.
30 September 2026
A tax lawyer bought the White Sox for about $20 million in 1981. Forty-five years later the worst team in modern baseball is in the playoffs, the owner-in-waiting wants 80 acres of riverfront, and the public still owns the old ballpark. Part One is the man. Part Two is the land.
30 September 2026
You would never wear a stranger’s name on a sweater. On Sunday half the city does it on purpose, pays full price, and the stranger gets a check.
30 September 2026
The council sold the curb a second time. The city got a check, a slice of whatever is left after the debt, and a promise to be asked next time. Abu Dhabi got out.
16 September 2026
Everybody is watching the stock. Nobody is watching the tank.
14 September 2026
The farm system is dying. The money is uneven. That is the whole column. Everything else is the receipt.
12 September 2026
About fifty billion owed to retired cops, firefighters, laborers and clerks. About fourteen billion on hand.