By Steve Rhodes
I’m too overwhelmed with projects, proposals, finances, disorganization, fatigue, hunger, poverty and frustration to write a column today. But that doesn’t mean we don’t have a few treats for you.
* I believe I’ve been derelict in pointing readers to Beachwood legal correspondent Sam Singer’s take on replacing David Souter.
“For those keeping score, Elena Kagan has more ‘plus factors’ in her column than either of the two favorites,” Singer writes.
I think Ann Claire Williams would be a fairly unassailable pick, but Obama might have already drawn from the Chicago well too many times for the nation to stomach.
* Beachwood poet-in-residence J.J. Tindall brings us Ode To A Hoover Bagless Cyclonic Action Quik-Broom With On-Board Tools today. Every street light up Pulaski for forty blocks is lit.
* Goodbye, Jerry Springer. Now he’s Connecticut’s conundrum.
* Chicago’s Worst Cop? He’s cost the taxpayers millions.
* It’s Always Doomsday In Chicago. Currently under two alerts.
* From the Beachwood vault: Bob Dylan Plays Ball.
* The Papers archive.
* We should have a full complement of new Beachwood offerings tomorrow. See you then.
Posted on May 19, 2009