The morning started out more rugged than most. After oversleeping, I threw back the bedcovers in a panic, grabbed, sniffed and yanked on a jumble of clothes within reach, hunted...
A friend with a nasty, snotty cold recently groaned, "Man, if there were a market for mucus, I'd be rich." (Actually, it was more along the lines of a congested,...
After being serenaded by a variety of musicians at the O'Hare International Airport subway stop, a traveling buddy of mine has some tips for the songsters: Belting out rich, melodic...
Sometimes the musings of passersby can warm one's heart. Other times, they just give you heartburn. Take the other day at Marshall's downtown. Finding myself trapped behind two women whose...
Call it "Fear Factor: Valentine's Day." Taking a cue from reality TV, we at Q simulated the typical Valentine's Day panic attack: The scenario: It's 4 or 5 o'clock and...
Despite heartfelt intentions, Valentine's Day gifts often translate to heartache--or at least headaches--for the giver and the recipient. To spare others the public humiliation of doing so in print, a...
If you saw a guy in a green Army jacket stomping down Michigan Avenue recently ranting, "Dang, it's freezing out here! I can't feel my toes! The tips of my...
Two recent conversations made me realize that everyone has a more exciting life than I do (though they probably get less sleep). First, the friend with two adorable kids dropped...
It's easy to sympathize with others' distress from a distance. Take the commute on a recent frigid morning. As I waited in the bus shelter for the 147 Express, I...