At a cookout in early July a couple of guys waited in line around the grill, talking about a deli they used to frequent.

“You been up there lately?” said the first guy.

“Naw, not lately,” said the second. He asked, “Food still good there?”

“He makes the burgers different now,” the first guy replied. “He doesn’t press the patties in his armpit anymore.”


Among the stickers on a van parked on State Street the day after the Grateful Dead shows:

Bad Cop

No Donut

–L. de Flossmoor