I was finally able to catch up with myself for an interview
This is an essay in support of legalizing gambling; it ran in the Chicago Sun-Times.
Can you recognize them?
Three are mine; they are numbered 44, 54 and 55.
The hippest writer, from the hippest magazine in New York City, flew all the way to Downers Grove to... well, you'll see.
A Decade of Subversive Comedy
From Psychology Today