lintel on the Security Building in downtown Phoenix, Central and Van BurenMore architecture. Again, you don’t see this sort of thing on modern buildings.

Work was fairly unexciting on Wednesday. So after work, I went over to Steve’s, where we had spaghetti and garlic bread and played Rock Band 2. That was fun. Guitar on Hard is . . . hard. Oh well, I’ll figure it out eventually.

Been reading a collection of Mike Royko’s columns.  This collection spans his entire writing career.  I’ve only read about 2/3 of it, but the columns I’ve read have a large range. There are inspired scathing commentaries on how elected and appointed officials are not doing their jobs, commentaries which apparently lit some fires under some lazy bureaucrats and led to people actually being helped.  There are silly utopian diatribes about gun control.  There are portraits of ordinary people who lived and worked in Chicago.  There’s a story about a young couple and some cheap Christmas trees that’s either really well done or a pile of treacly Hallmark-esque sentimental glurge.

But as I get to the late 1980s and early 1990s, I’m sure I’ll remember reading some of the columns before.  The Chicago Tribune was the big-city newspaper that was most likely to be available when I was growing up (pre-Internet, hundreds of miles from any large city), so I read Mike Royko’s column pretty often, though none of his Chicago-specific columns ever made much sense to me.  Reading this collection, over 10 years since I read any of his columns, feels a bit like revisiting the past.