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