This month has been the greatest.
Two Fridays ago, I went to the Pennsylvania Associated Press Managing Editors News Excellence awards dinner to accept a First Place in Business Writing for this beastly story package that Sean and I wrote this year.
Then, I went to Chicago.
While in the Windy City, I consumed my weight in food and bought more clothes than would fit in my suitcase on the plane ride back.
The highlight of the trip was a tour of THE Chicago Tribune, organized by a Twitter friend.
The Chicago Tribune isn’t just any newspaper. According to an old slogan, it’s “The World’s Greatest Newspaper.”
Then — inspired by the likes of newsrooms with their own gyms, cafeterias and Pulitzer winners — I got back early to cover the strip club hearing of Brogue fame.
Every journalist loves a good strip club story.
The next day, I cooked the best damn Thai coconut curry shrimp on this side of the Pacific Ocean.
Then came Memorial Day weekend.
I schlepped the charcoal grill to a park just outside of York city, but it seemed too cold.
Not fun for a cookout.
So, I opted for a barbecue on the stoop of my house, sandwiched between two buildings to block out the wind.
The photos below pretty much explain it.