Don’t you forget about me

There’s a Chicago radio station that I don’t much listen to, but they’re having an 80s-themed weekend. I’ve written about 80s music before, because music mattered to me more in that decade than it ever had before, and more than it ever has since. And I doubt I’m the only one who’s like that, either.

Will you stand above me?

Last night, as I was writing about a now-defunct place in Las Vegas called Club Bingo, it got me thinking about other types of clubs as well. This is the way my mind works sometimes, for better or for worse. I thought of the Mickey Mouse Club, and Sam’s Club, and even about club sandwiches. But

Bridging the gaps

Think back to high school for a moment. Either it was a pleasant time of your life, or it wasn’t. But you’ll only have to do it for a couple of minutes. Just trust me on this. First I want you to picture the valedictorian of your graduating class. Anthony Michael Hall’s character in The