“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…

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…