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“It’s not 7:00 yet, Jack,” I murmured groggily. Slowly, but quietly, my son plodded out of our room and I heard his bedroom door gently shut. Soon – too soon – he returned, however, crawling into our bed, elbows stabbing my eye and knees pushing into my side. “It’s 7:00,”…

A recent visit to a bed and breakfast outside of Chicago inspired my latest Urban Times post on historical tourism. The inn was steeped in a tradition so wholesome that I almost felt as if I had been transported to another era. I was reminded that sometimes a person doesn’t…

The election is behind us. Finally. Some of us may be happier than others about the outcome, but at least the election drama is over. Regardless of whether you had red eyes last Wednesday morning due to excessive sobbing or due to late night celebrations, I think that many of…