Author Archives: Jim Bowman

Jim Bowman covered religion 1968-78 for the Chicago Daily News, since then has written books, articles, etc., mostly on corporate history but also on religion (Company Man: My Jesuit Life, 1950-1968), and more recently on politics (Illinois Blues: How the Ruling Party Talks to Voters, —, Kindle). Longtime Oak Park, Illinois, resident, he lives now on Chicago’s North Side, where four of his and Winnie’s six children live close by.

Ald. Maldonado’s Argument With Police At Crime Scene Caught On Tape: VIDEO – Humboldt Park – DNAinfo Chicago

With aldermen like this, what could go wrong in Chicago?

Ben Stein: We Essentially Have a Civil War Going On | Fox Business

Commenting on Trump’s situation:

“The media is at war with the president,” Stein said. “We essentially have a civil war going on.”

The famed economist said the political civil war is driven by the debate over sanctuary cities, which are a serious challenge to the constitution.

“These people are in open revolt against the constitution that is a very, very serious matter. It’s not a joke. It’s not trivial liberal airy fairy stuff. It’s a really serious challenge to the constitution,” Stein said

Such a good point. S-Cities are civil disobedience by office-holders. Selective secession, you might call it. State’s rights the Democrat Party way. Shades of Fort Sumter.

The 2016 Election and the Demise of Journalistic Standards – Imprimis

​This working journalist with long and distinguished resume remembers when "
journalists were trusted and admired."

We were generally seen as trying to report the news in a fair and straightforward manner. Today, all that has changed. For that, we can blame the 2016 election or, more accurately, how some news organizations chose to cover it.

Among the many firsts, last year’s election gave us the gobsmacking revelation that most of the mainstream media puts both thumbs on the scale—that most of what you read, watch, and listen to is distorted by intentional bias and hostility.

I have never seen anything like it. Not even close.​

That’s what you call an indictment.

In dramatic shift, most Republicans now say colleges have negative impact

​Tenured radicals have their impact.​

Bury the Bishop – Kindle edition by Kate Gallison. Mystery, Thriller & Suspense Kindle eBooks @

​A few pages into this book, I call it George Eliot revisited​.

Clean copy, crisp, not a word wasted. Excellently observant of manners and customs — and speaking Christian language clearly.

​Oh, I forgot, witty to beat all. A blessing, to be sure.

My niece, her man, their car . . .

​In which they had their first date and broke up and got together again. For good, 40+ years ago. ​

July 20, 1930 – Hottest Day On Record In Washington DC | The Deplorable Climate Science Blog

​’30 and ’31 were record-setting years. ​

We think it’s hot these days? (Actually not so much here in the 40th Ward.)

If you were around then and aware — I was around (for the last 3 days of ’31), but prodigy though I may have been, was not quite alert — you go tut-tut, my chickadee.

From the diaspora: Panhandlers differ, Out damned tooth . . .

From my observation post outside Starbucks: A “craft ice cream” truck tools down Bryn Mawr, 9 or so on a Tuesday morning.

We already have craft beer. What else? I’ll tell you what else, craft writing, as by Yours Truly and his ilk. Not crafty, though the temptation is always there.

Across the street, opposite corner, a young fellow in red shirt and wearing white do-rag is panhandling more aggressively — here in historic Edgewater — than I see on Clark Street a half mile west. He’s able-bodied, able enough to lean toward, though not into, passersby.

I gave him my usual buck a half hour ago, before planting myself here with iced coffee on an absolutely halcyon day, glorious in the low 70s, blessed with now a cool breeze, now a warming one, the Big Lake mere blocks away.

He took the buck blank-faced, in contrast with his Clark Street counterparts, whose responses are human enough — saying thanks sometimes, sometimes asking for more, in one instance asking me what I’m reading, for cryin’ out loud, taking the book of poems and reading from it aloud with a smile. Full of chatter when we met later on the Broadway bus.

For another I bought breafkast “britos” (burritos) at McDonald’s. Another time, barred by the manager apparently for border-line antisocial behavior, he asked me to get them for him, handing over two singles. Got life story from him in a series of encounters.

Another gave me a story on our first meeting: mother died day before, wife and three children hungry, he won’t get paid until Friday. My dollar led to request for more which proved unavailing.

Back to my post outside Starbucks, NE corner Bryn Mawr and Winthrop. Weekday, people on the run, in a hurry, except for the likes of me and a few other oldies with time to kill with over coffee, mine iced, sipped with a straw in violation of post-extraction rules.

Extraction was previous day, of a rear tooth long past its prime, like the mouth and entire body of its home for 80-plus annos.

And good riddance. It was not only “fractured,” as the dentist noted helpfully in the midst of extracting it, but infected, being (a) resting on a bone that is shrinking, as is the owner, down inches from his never exalted height physical and socio-economic. (If the tooth owner is shrinking, so is the bone that gives a tooth firm ground.)

And (b) located in area not easily reached by brush and floss and therefore vulnerable. It was doomed and had to go, which if it sounds like the plight of man on earth, so be it. Hang on and look to the heavenly father.

Extractor of this miserable excuse for a tooth deserves noting. She is the beautiful Dr. N., intelligent, impeccably professional, skilled, a 30-something Asian-American woman whom I decided to be of Chinese extraction, if I may use word in this context.

She is of coffee-with-cream complexion, alert, self-possessed, capable. If a tooth is to be extracted, how better than by the likes of her? (Two days later, patient is doing fine.)

More later from the Oak Park diaspora, North Side chapter . . .

Twenty-Five Years Since The Ozone Hole Killed Us All | The Deplorable Climate Science Blog

​Oh that ozone hole, would have been the death of us all.

But it WASN’T! Miracles never do cease.​

It’s a lost cause, we’re doomed . . .


When will we ever learn, when will we learn? (Apologies to creators and performers of an oldie-goodie of ’60s)

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