I ended up in Lawrence, KS. Chicago spat me out in 1990, but I’m still a Chicagoan. My ashes will someday be spread in the suburb where my church & high school are, Palos Heights.
Sorry. I’d sooner wear a White Sox hat.
Glad to see cooler heads are prevailing.
Why never ketchup? WHY?!? Uh…um…It just isn’t done. So there. (Nobody’s ever asked me that before…)
Also a Chicago boy, by way of Calumet Park & Alsip.
Guess who he learned it from.
That’s a point. The lack of quality of a hot dog can’t always be masked by mustard & celery salt. Never, never, never ketchup.
This is where I would sigh & say with resignation, “That’s my boy.”
I offered my services to Washington long ago. The answer? “Thank you for your interest, son; but no, thank you.”
Thank you. Wondering if I was mis-remembering.
I ended up in Lawrence, KS. Chicago spat me out in 1990, but I’m still a Chicagoan. My ashes will someday be spread in the suburb where my church & high school are, Palos Heights.