I’m back in Chicago. It’s a quick trip, just overnight, so there’s no time for lengthy Proustian reminiscences. Lucky you!

I think I heard, somewhere, that some Chicago team won some important championship, but it wasn’t the Cubs so I can’t be arsed to care, really.

The great thing about a meeting in Chicago: Lin Brehmer in the morning!

The lousy thing about a meeting in Chicago: They start work so damn early here that I will miss most of Lin Brehmer in the morning! Eight a.m.? Who meets at 8:00 a.m.? Farmers? Bakers? Birds?

The Midwest can’t get over the fact that they’re one hour behind the East Coast; they have to move everything back an hour so that they feel like they’re keeping pace. I’ve never understood this. Relax, Midwest! Let prime time programming start at 8:00 p.m., the way God intended, and keep the late news at 11:00 p.m. The ten o’clock news is the early news, not the late news.

And for the love of all that’s holy, sleep in until a reasonable hour. New York and Boston and Washington, D.C. will still be there when you get up, and they won’t have accomplished anything other than downing a few cups of coffee.