Chris McNamara

George W. Bush is a hero. George W. Bush is a moron. Wanna argue? I sure don't. I refrain from political debates in social settings, as these conversations, by nature,...

Each weekday, a cloud hovers above the corner of Randolph and Clark Streets--cigarette smokers enjoying a post-lunch puff at the Thompson Center plaza. But Tuesday, there was a distinctly Dominican...

Bob Vila? A hack. Ty Pennington? A glorified interior decorator. The nation's handiest handyman (or Chicagoland's at least) is Tim Bryner of Zion, who this month was named the area's...

I'm glad the first issue of the magazine was delivered to my home in a nondescript, manila envelope--it's best that the mailman and my neighbors didn't see what was inside...

Editor's note: Yes, we covered last year's St. Pauli Girl model and couldn't think of why we should do it this year until Chris decided that bowling would add real...

It's a bad sign when the Scotsman in the kilt isn't the worst-dressed guy in the crowd. As the bagpiper wailed away Monday morning at Indian Lakes Resort in Bloomingdale,...

Our favorite competitive eater, Frank Wach, faltered at the Johnsonville Brat-Eating World Championship in Sheboygan, Wis., earlier this month. The 19.5 sausages he stuffed into his gut weren't enough to...

Picture an insurance professional. Maybe you're imagining a nebbishy character, cautious to a fault with worry lines imprinted into the skin around his eyes. Not the same guy you'd envision...

It's a mystery that has swirled around the Cubs since the final game of last season, when Sammy Sosa snuck away from Wrigley Field in the middle of the game:...

One move is called The Cell Phoney--talking like a big shot on the phone within earshot of a woman. Another move is called Alien Abduction--adopting a foreign accent to woo...