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  • Adventures of Career Day

    Showed up at junior high Career Day this morning without a career.
     

    I didn’t plan it that way, of course. I had a career when they asked me to come back again this year. Actually, I had a career yesterday. Or was it two days ago? It’s all sort of a blur at this point.
     

    My 13-year-old daughter’s instructions were pretty clear on how to address her fellow eighth graders, this being the first time she and I had ever collided on the Career Day circuit.
     

    “Please,” she said with real feeling. “Please, don’t be boring.”
     

  • Tribune Hangover

    It is 4:30 in the morning and I have spent the last two hours reciting my memoirs in my head, the last half hour going through my buddy list and asking everyone without an away message: “Are you up?”

    Apparently, I am not the only one to remain logged on without an away message as the 10 people I have asked are either not up or a little scared of me.

    I always thought that whole first-day-of-the-rest-of-your-life thing was one of the lamer clichés. But this is it. And I don’t think sleepless and swollen-eyed is exactly the way it was intended to be interpreted.