Albert Einstein is one of my inspirations, and not just because my hair looks a lot like his when I first get up in the morning.
I like animals and I like people. But to be honest, I probably like animals more than I like most people.
Who is the worst superhero? That's a widely debated topic among fans of the fantastic.
I've never caught a foul ball. It haunts me. I've been to baseball games all over the country for as far back as I remember, and nope, not even one.
Sometimes I have favorite things, for good reasons, like my kids.
Did you know, if you take out all your veins and arteries and laid them end to end that you would die?
You can disregard this week's column if you're an action hero, or have single-handedly dispatched an entire group of terrorists or mercenaries, never getting a scratch along the way.
In my last column, I let you know I was in the marching band in high school.
I was in a band in high school, had long hair down to the middle of my back and played solos in front of thousands of people. I also spent many a Friday night immersed in the joy of music.
Since wiffle ball isn't a very heroic sport, I will skip my personal history of injuries related to it. Instead I will tell you about my last basketball game in vet school.
A lovely aquarium called the Shedd Aquarium is in Chicago. It looks out on the water and is nestled between a planetarium, a giant museum of history and Soldier Field.
I remember my first taste of Diet Coke. It was also my last. The taste, to me, is similar to bug spray.
This past April, I was lucky enough to attend the first opening night in Wrigley Field history. As a long-suffering Cubs fan - I played second base when Ryne Sandberg was the best second baseman - this was a dream come true.
Dogs and cats have brains, and those brains work much the same way human brains do.
I loved Wolverine before it was cool.
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Lemmy arrives early in the morning, just after the office has opened.
In two days, Lemmy will return to my office for his appointment to be neutered.
For his third and final puppy visit, Lemmy arrives walking on his leash like a gentleman. His tendency to pull the leash when excited has ...
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