In my previous post, The Knife Sharpener and Jimmy – Part 1 I wrote briefly about growing up outside of Chicago in a suburb called Cicero. For lack of a better word, Jimmy was perhaps as close a friend as anyone could have in that...

My father had asked his father in-law many years prior for some money to buy gold. My grandfather apparently told him that was not a good idea and questioned how he was going to feed his kids and put clothes on their backs with gold....

Northwestern Medical School prided itself in all its clinical departments, the strength of their faculty and teaching abilities, as well they should. A right for a Top 20 medical school in the rankings, for what they are worth. In particular,...

My grandfather claimed he never met a food he didn’t like. And he took full advantage of that. He ate what he wanted, drank what he wanted and at times smoked what he wanted. He fought obesity his entire life. As a result of that he suffered...

I never met my paternal grandfather. He passed away from a massive stroke about a year before I was born. I was named after him but know very little of his early life. He came from Russia when he was 3 years old and the family settled in...

Mike “Lala” Jankovic stood less than 5 feet tall with dark wavy hair and thick sideburns and continual 3-day beard growth it seemed. He was sort of a mix of Louie DePalma and Latka Gravas from the sitcom Taxi that was on television about...