Last Thursday I was at the corner of Chicago and Dempster in Evanston to meet a couple of Medill undergrads at Starbucks. They have asked me to serve as adviser for their summer project, which I won’t reveal here but which manages to combine my interests in social media, economic news, and cold, windswept climates.
It was September, 1974, and I was heading back to school after buying a birthday gift at the Practical Tiger in Evanston. I remember it as a watering can. Anyway, the car radio was loud, and as I sailed into the intersection of Chicago and Dempster, I was broadsided by an Evanston police car, lights flashing (and, evidently, siren wailing).
The cop wasn’t happy, and I soon was summoned to court. And summoned, and summoned, because the cop also seemed too busy to appear and the City of Evanston kept getting continuances… Continue reading



