Three years ago, after a simmering feud with Cubs players and management, the popular broadcaster Steve Stone resigned from the Cubs, though his affection for the team and for Chicago never wavered. Now, with new ownership likely to take over he waits—often at the bar at Harry Caray’s—hoping for a summons to the front office.
Hillary Clinton might be the Dems’ presidential front-runner, but the trip to the White House makes a stop in Obama Country. Can the hometown girl beat the state’s favorite son on what’s now his home turf?
He weeps, he insults, he builds lavish projects, and Mayor Roger Claar sees in his own journey—from chubby outsider to powerful Republican—a parallel to the booming emergence of his town.
Black women in Chicago are far likelier to die of breast cancer than white women, resulting in a disparity that’s nearly double what it is nationally. This pattern of racial inequality shows up locally with other diseases—evidence that Chicago is failing at narrowing its racial divide in health. Why? And what must be done?
Holding an outdoor event in Chicago in September is a gamble, and Saturday night’s weather didn’t exactly agree with the 16th annual Green Tie Ball, which took place for the second year at Northerly Island’s Charter One Pavilion. It’s hard to rock black-tie attire and keep warm when the temp is hovering around 50, but I planned accordingly and opted for black-tie casual: tuxedo pants and a cream silk camisole under a cropped pea coat and Missoni scarf. (Attending the event relentlessly for the past six years…
Tracking the Illinois senator on the presidential campaign trail during one busy summer month
Lost amid the presidential hoopla is the U.S. Senate race here; can the GOP find an opponent for Durbin?
Introducing our Chicagoans of the Year for 2006: a miraculous MD, two dancers fighting AIDS, a Pilsen powerhouse, a tuneful trooper, a night minister, a seeker of African American histories, and two men who use food to introduce kids to the common threads in the world’s cultures
In my estimation, I’ve been dating—and breaking up—since I was 10. My first boyfriend was in the fifth grade, and I’m pretty sure he broke up with me by asking his friends to tell my friends that he didn’t want to do the Walk with Israel (a charity walk sponsored by the Jewish United Fund) with me. In my world, that was pretty harsh. I give that breakup a 10 on the rude scale.
In junior high, things became a little more complicated. I fell in love with my seventh grade boyfriend, the cutest boy in school. We dated for two years—until I found out I wasn’t the only…
Ah, new relationships. As exciting as they are, when you’re in your 30s, there’s more pressure to make responsible decisions. You’re not young enough to get away with certain behaviors (so long, flings) that would fly in your 20s; every move you make could come back to haunt you—and sooner rather than later. This new person in your life could be the one you’ve been waiting for all along, so you don’t want to mess things up…
