T. Michael Stone

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Stone: Dreams with sharp teeth

You’re back, dear reader. Good! I would have been disappointed if you hadn’t come back.If you missed it, last week’s column concluded with me on a hospital bed with electrodes attached to my chest and IVs stuck in both arms.My heart rate had alarmed medical professionals at St.
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T. Michael Stone/Staff

Stone: What dreams may come?

To sleep, perchance to dream — ay, there’s the rub: For in that sleep of death what dreams may come ... From Hamlet, William Shakespeare.While most of you heathens were taking part in the drunken revelry that accompanies degenerate New Year’s Eve celebrations, your boy T.
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T. Michael Stone/Staff

Smith: Don’t mess with me, fool

According to The New York Times, Jordan Neely got on the northbound F-Train at the 2nd Avenue subway station at around 2 p.m. on May 1, 2023.Before the F-Train reached the Broadway-Lafayette Street station, Daniel Penny had placed Neely on a submission hold.
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Stone: Make America Goofy Again

Back in Chicago, we don’t make bicycles anymore. It’s all human relations now. The eggheads sit around trying to figure out new ways for everybody to be happy.
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Stone: The Kids are Alright

I had a serious column about education all written and ready to go yesterday (which was Sunday, June 21), but a lot of things suddenly changed, and I suddenly hated what I had produced.
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Stone: A new city in the clouds

Bright light, big city, gone to my baby’s head Bright light, a big city, gone to my baby’s head I tried to tell the woman, but she don’t believe a word I said.Jimmy ReedLet’s talk about the future of our ’hood.
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Stone: Kilroy was here

I shall die hidden in a hut In the middle of an alder wood, With the back door blind and bolted shut, And the front door locked for good.Elinor Wylie, ProphecyI worry about newspaper columns more than I should, I suppose.
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Stone: More good ole boy musings

Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry And them good ole boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye Singin’ “This’ll be the day that I die” American Pie, Don McCleanA couple of weeks ago, columnist Ronda Rich attempted to answer on these pages, the age-old question people from north of the...
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Stone: The victim becomes the villainous varmint

“It’s better to be dead and cool than alive and uncool.”Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man, screenplay by Don Michael PaulWriting a newspaper column can sometimes be difficult, especially during cosmic catastrophes.