DAN MORAN: Sixty years ago this summer, the shooting stopped in Korea, a country whose name has since become synonymous with a chapter in American history — a chapter that has often been lost in the blur of events.
DAN MORAN: In the 24/7 culture of blamestorms, it catches the eye when a political group sends out a news alert about its search for dirt.
DAN MORAN: After the rain gauges spilled over the 10-inch mark in April alone, what we needed around here was ... something less. Anything less.
DAN MORAN: This week in Impotent Outrage, we have the latest unsurprising developments in the culture of red-light cameras and the municipal governments that love them, need them, can’t live without them.
Wwhen it comes to sending 2-year-old pre-ballerina students onto a professional stage in front of 2,000 seats, Cathi Sullivan, artistic director of Waukegan’s Rhythm Academy of Dance, admits that the result can be a roll of the dice.
Following a morning at an eerily empty Six Flags Great America, several thoughts jumped out of the old notebook. The obvious question was raised during Thursday morning’s unveiling of a new ride experience: Why run Batman backward?
DAN MORAN: Just in time for National Travel & Tourism Week, Lake County was treated to the kind of spontaneous publicity that will surely attract fans of adventure and reality shows, courtesy of a Google Alert.
DAN MORAN: Violet Ricker eats, sleeps and breathes Waukegan. In her three-plus years at the rudder of Waukegan Main Street, she’s been seen promoting the Waukegan Yacht Club by taking sailing lessons during the summer and helping out Genesee Street businesses by shoveling sidewalks following snowstorms.
DAN MORAN: A college freshman told me this week he had big plans for Thursday: See “Iron Man 3” at midnight. This was a ritual once reserved for cultural milestones like “Batman” (the 1989 Michael Keaton version, not the 1966 Adam West version) or a “Star Wars” chapter (I can still see the nerds in tents outside Gurnee Cinema).
Expectoration is not only a fancy-pants way to say “spit,” but it is also illegal to do so on a sidewalk in the city of Waukegan.
This weekend, the sun is scheduled to — finally — chase away not only the clouds and rain but the lingering chill of early March.
A few weeks back, a friend who regularly bikes the Des Plaines River Trail said the crushed-gravel path was afflicted by one of its seasonal maladies: Horseshoe prints, which pockmark the soft surface during the spring and make biking a frame-rattling experience.
No man is an island, but a radio station currently is — and has been since the skies unloaded on us last week.
If flooding and Lake County were dating, this would be the point where one of them would suggest they start seeing other people.
Where is the Hollywood community when it comes time to support the small businesses that helped build the industry over the past century?
The finish line of a marathon is supposed to be where the pain finally mixes with the pleasure. Your weeks and months of hard labor and the near-torture of completing 26.2 miles almost — almost — melt away when you cross that painted stripe and can finally start walking without guilt.