On a Winter's Day

You can tell it’s winter in Chicago by the cold and the color, which is always gray. The never-ending warnings of an ice storm are icing on the cake, if not the streets. So, I did a quick read-through of the grocery flyers that come in the paper on Wednesdays—buy two diet whatevers, get three free. That meant a trip to Jewel before the rain started. Plus a hunt for Lindys, “The Baseball Preview For Smart Fans.” Well, if that isn’t me, then who is it? As far as I know, Lindy’s is the last of its kind, a dinosaur and an institution rolled into one. I used to buy: Athlon; Street and Smith; Lindy’s; Baseball Register; Who’s Who in Baseball. All but Lindy’s gone. And how nice of Jewel to mark the shrinking of an industry by doing the same to its magazine rack, now half of what it was a month ago. A brave, new world, indeed. Now, allow me to open the section on the White Sox...Oh, that bad, huh? Oh, well. Something to read as the ice coats.