Author Archives: Roger Wright

Malia Obama probably wasn’t sure if her Dad would make it home from work to watch her soccer game this past Friday night. He’s been pretty busy lately. But her Mom and her little sister would be there. The flow … Continue reading →

Chances are that if you were sitting at the bar at the Cape Cod Room in Chicago’s Drake Hotel that night in 1954, and the laughing young couple next to you started in on the tradition of carving their initials … Continue reading →

Mary and Joe were flat broke when they got off the bus in Chicago. They didn’t know anybody and she was expecting a baby. They went to a cheap hotel. But the clerk jerked his thumb at the door when … Continue reading →

Just heard he died today. I don’t know if he ever saw the story he inspired and I put in my book. I’m guessing that he did not. So I’ll put it here now. In tribute. With respect to his … Continue reading →

Am I the ghost of Wrigley Field? That echo of distant laughter you can almost grab on to before everything goes icy dark? Is that me? Perhaps it would be best for you to decide. It is October again. When … Continue reading →

October 15. We picked the wedding date cause it was smack dab in the middle of our favorite month. Got married at a pot luck ceremony in the basement of what was then our church. There was a lot of … Continue reading →

This is Chicago. We kill people here. Continue reading →

Lake Street Dive. Band where everyone is a star. Continue reading →

The Dancer is recovering. I’m hovering. Her apple-sized cyst, wound around a major nerve, arteries, neck muscles, pretty much everything on the road from the brain to the rest of the body; the cyst is gone. “We saved the nerve,” … Continue reading →