Being Ernie Krivda

“Play me something” says the tenor master during our first lesson together. I squirm uncomfortably in my socks, having left my shoes at the door of the immaculate if modest music studio.

2015-03-17T09:25:47-04:00March 17, 2015|

There’s Always Next Year

My father was born in 1949. If you’re a lifelong Indians fan, his birth year is significant. Chances are, you’re shaking your head in sympathy or smiling ruefully right about now. My long-suffering father has never seen his beloved team win the World Series.

2022-04-07T14:36:55-04:00March 9, 2015|

SGS Presents: Behind The Sign, Episode #2

At first glance, West 65th Street, between Clark and Denison, tells a story of neglect. There were once kill plants and cattle yards, then came a box store and strip retail that supplied landfills with furry plastic and leisurewear;

2015-02-18T12:12:19-05:00February 17, 2015|

How To Make A Building Fall

One Saturday morning when I was eight, my dad took my brother and me downtown to watch a building get blown up. Thousands of people came out to celebrate the event, as strange as that sounds.

2015-02-19T10:49:20-05:00February 16, 2015|

It’s Murder

The extended video of the Tamir Rice shooting is jumpy, grainy, and 30 minutes long. That doesn't matter. I've watched it twice. I couldn't let it run uninterrupted. I stopped and scrolled, leaning into my computer to get a close-up view.

2020-06-24T10:13:50-04:00January 12, 2015|