even if you dont work for them any more, they have a way of keeping agency secrets private
but for the while i was seeing her she would often talk about the wall i have around my emotions
today i was extremely sad.
after the cubs won the world series and they played their first game the next season
the team marched from under the bleachers, through a door in the ivy
to the great tune “It’s a Long Way to the Top if you Want to Rock n Roll” from AC/DC’s first album,
holding the trophy was mr anthony rizzo
who the Cubs today traded to the Yankees for some disposable napkins
and three packets of ketchup.
sometimes you know things are going to happen but you hope the clock will run out
or you hope someone will do something heroic.
i dont know if you know me very well but the cubs are my favorite thing.
more than blogging, more than fighting crime, more than rock music.
if i lived in chicago i would figure out a way to go to as many games as i could
like, id probably sell hot dogs or something at wrigley in the summer
and sell weed to cops in the winter.
so today was heartbreaking in so many different ways
and yes i did cry.
which i never do.
people may take this the wrong way but i felt in some ways
like i did january 6
when the beautiful girl left for good.
this has been quite a year and before this week is over maybe more of my favorite cubs
will be gone to teams they should not be playing for.
it ruined all the plans i had today, all the productivity, everything.
fortunately two things happened:
i was interviewed on a new app and i believe i killed it.
in part because it happened before the trade.
and then after the trade i went for a little walk and ran into this old guy from the market
who never knows my name even though he asks it of me every time im in the store.
his name is george.
recently ive been saying, my name is george, which makes the cashier laugh
because usually it’s george with the yucks.
george was jaywalking with a bunch of boxes
and when he was half way across the street he said
tony
and i said, george, lemme help you with those boxes
and we walked a few blocks with them and i asked him who the first president he voted for was
and he said LBJ
and i asked do you regret that now?
and he said, why should i, I love medicare.
which i never knew was an LBJ thing, but turns out it was.
then i said hi to the new fortune teller on the block, Lola
who says she wants to be on my podcast
and then i had a sample of some vegan ice cream which was good
until the aftertaste kicked in
and i promised myself i would drink a can of Old Style to honor #44
but i dont drink alone.
then a wonderful woman, a beautiful young woman who interviews people for a living
told me that she has heard all of my podcasts and she said
“you are the greatest interviewer.”
and she wants to help me make money on that thing.
and i wanna make money on that thing too.
and then joe biden sent me an obama phone in the mail.
free phone, i just have to turn it on.
but with what energy, phone?
my light is gone.
can you imagine working for a big newspaper in Chicago,
what you do is you keep your cup of beer after you drink it and stack the empties as the game goes on.