Oh, What a Week—Alexi Runs for Mayor

Once again LeBron James made a decision as to where to take his basketball-playing talents, and once again I don't like it. Harumph! Only this time my opposition is more, I don’t know—noble? At least to me. You decide. His first decision came in …

One day last week, I took the train downtown to meet with a gathering of residents in an Italian restaurant on South Michigan Avenue to talk TIFs. Marj Halperin asked me to do it. Said the residents were trying to make sense of the city’s scheme to…

The calendar on the wall says it's 2026, and yet I keep thinking I've gone back in time to 1984. That’s cause my beloved Bulls have a rookie who reminds me of--dare I say what I'm about to say? No, I can't. Seems too soon. Scared I'll jinx that ro…

On the road west, we tangent through the mountains outside Tucson, settling in a lodge that bills itself as a sanctuary for bird watchers. As such, the place's crawling with people, quietly scanning the horizon, binoculars out.  It’s my first enco…

It only took over 50 years, but I finally got around to reading Slouching Towards Bethlehem--Joan Didion's iconic essay. Not sure why I didn't read it earlier. It's a classic of New Journalism, a style of non-fiction where the writers put themselv…

In 1996, a magazine writer named Mark Singer got an assignment from his boss that he didn't want to do. Hang around with Donald Trump and write a story about it. I don't blame him for not wanting to hang around with Trump or write about him. Till …