(Chicago) Hog Butcher for the World, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler; Stormy, husky, brawling, City of the Big Shoulders

Soundtrack City Chicago.

I am stone and steel of your sleeping numbers;
I remember all you forget.
I will die as many times
as you make me over again.

I decided I would go to Chicago and try my luck as a writer after those eight months as a fireman.

Each year he's getting better at that. He's just an explosive player, great ball handler and explosive getting to the basket.

I would just have to find a hog, slaughter it, butcher it, cure the meat, then fry it up. Thinking about the bacon—the potential of bacon—gives me hope. Not all is lost if bacon isn't. Seriously.