Later this year, I’ll turn forty years old. It doesn’t seem possible. Recently I had another interesting thought. When my dad was forty years old, I was at the pivotal yet impressionable age of sixteen. I looked up to my dad then, and I continue to look up to my dad now; literally and figuratively. Dad goes
I recently took in a Chicago Cubs game at Wrigley Field. I hadn’t been to Wrigley in about four years, but it didn’t take long for me to remember why it’s such a special place. The Place: First, it's the overwhelming feeling of familiarity we get the moment the train or Uber or cab pulls into Wrigleyville.