Chicago can only be governed by a son of a bitch who's unafraid of dishonorable things in the name of safe streets and money in people's pockets, and who understands the neighborhoods are semi-independent states.
Dick Daley's genius, and the son had this, is he knew your brother-in-law in Andersonville, I mean personally, he had a hell of a memory, knew what your brother-in-law needed and what he could do for a guy in Garfield Park.
Chicago has to be run from the bottom up. Try to do it the other way and you're doomed.
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As I said, the political thing would have been to vote for the Commission and avoid the subpoenas. Bury it for several years. But what the hell do I know?
It's like when all the five year-olds were shot at school. I felt for maybe half a day it might shake things up. But if the best you can do when a mob tries to burn the Capitol is "It never happened," you're in deep.
His sons are very protective of his work—they have that film company together. He trusted them and I have no doubt this is not a case of raiding the drawer. If it’s being published it’s because he died when it was ready or near ready to go.
We've mentioned this before but the sons want to re-make the early books with Jared Harris as Smiley. Le Carré loved the idea.
My problem with Joe Buck is not that he favors this or that team. It's that he's bad at his job. He either doesn't shut up, or doesn't speak to things that need clarification. He not only teaches me nothing about the game, he interferes with my enjoyment of it.
The only limit of Buck's titanic, totally unearned ego is that he knows he's not Scully or Uecker. He offered to give Scully the World Series, let Uecker call a few national innings, etc. If only they'd taken him up on it.
Joe Buck admits he doesn't watch much baseball, and it shows. If his name were Joe Smith he'd be the voice of Card Sharks.
Col. Puckett, then Lieutenant, a Ranger, commanded 51 men at Hill 205, above the Chongchon River, in November 1950. It was freezing. Puckett had already risked himself several times that night getting his artillery in position.
The Chinese surrounded them. They took fire for five hours. Puckett’s bravery in setting up artillery earlier made the difference. He was hit many times but kept going. Finally he was about to drop and ordered his men to leave him to die. They refused.
Col. Puckett uses a wheelchair and walker but stood without help to receive the Medal.
Five no-hitters through May 18 hasn't happened since the dead ball era. I don't begrudge anyone the achievement but that's not, you know, that is not something to celebrate. That's a problem.
A problem.
And if they address it by moving the mound, there's no hope for anybody.
As Gen. Collins orbited the moon he was alone in the universe for 48 minutes out of 60. He wrote: "I am now truly alone and absolutely alone from any known life. I am it."
But he later wrote of joy at the arousal of his senses. It was close to "exultation."
Gen. Collins' memoir "Carrying the Fire" is a vital history of the space program, but also shows his love of literature and uncommon self-inquiry. He was a scientist and a soldier, but there was plenty of the poet in him.
Gen. Collins was the third director of the National Air & Space Museum. He raised funds for and opened the landmark building in Washington, and was instrumental in securing its great collection.