McHenry County Blog has obtained the statements that Grafton Township Supervisor Linda Moore and Grafton Township Administrator Pam Fender made to the Huntley Police Department after Village Trustee Fender called the police Tuesday morning about twenty minutes after the incident … Continue reading
Eventually, the Democrats lust for patronage and the other benefits of controlling state government will result in slotting State Comptroller Dan Hynes in Scott Lee Cohen’s place as the running mate for Pat Quinn and the media can concentrate on … Continue reading
This was not an investigatory story. (Hurry. It won’t be free long.) Nothing about how the county was looking for a place not near a residential neighborhood…on cheap land…without brick walls and ended up near a residential neighborhood on one … Continue reading
Now that the primary election is but a week away, I’m going to give you a chance to read my article on the McHenry County Board’s 2007 defeat of the Republican Cat Tax. The folks running for re-election (or, in … Continue reading
When the postman came on Monday, the first day of early voting, there were envelopes from District 2 candidates Ken Koehler and Lyn Orphal. I’m a big advocate of putting your message on the address side of the envelope, if … Continue reading
Keely Cat has been “bagged.” “Who says I even want a Halloween costume?” he asks. “And nobody but you has those tasty fish-flavored treats anyway.” … Continue reading
A woman emailed me asking permission to reprint a photo of a cat in a brown paper bag. When I finally found it, I discovered I had photographed it where it hung on the fall of Crystal Lake’s Colonial Cafe. … Continue reading
Once a month we water the cacti that we bought on the way home from one of Miss Lori’s Johnsburg parties. So far, only one has died. We bought it when Keely Cat was a kitten. He sniffed at it … Continue reading
During the tornado warning Friday, Keely Cat was hiding under the bottom stair to the basement. One of my son’s friends was sitting on top of him. My wife was above. My son and I were standing up. Then, my … Continue reading
Enough said. … Continue reading
I’m late posting the “Message of the Day” today. Keely Cat knows he is missing on something. He looks out the window past the daffodils. He wonders if he could catch that yellow goldfinch. He’s fast. We know that from … Continue reading
The Lion King of the Skinner household is three years old. This past winter he developed ever more of a mane, as you can see in this side view. The Badmitten (as my son calls him when he is bad) … Continue reading
Crystal Lake Heck of a Guy blogger Allan Showalter rightly thought I might have missed this story on McSweeney’s. 24. I’m like a cat. A powerful, hungry cat. But I’m also a great man. A man who helps people. A … Continue reading
Crystal Lake Heck of a Guy blogger Allan Showalter rightly thought I might have missed this story on McSweeney’s. 24. I’m like a cat. A powerful, hungry cat. But I’m also a great man. A man who helps people. A … Continue reading
When I reference the Northwest Herald, I call it the Northwest Herald. No reciprocity with the NW Herald’s Group Editor (oops, I see the title is now “General Manager and Executive Editor”) Chris Krug. He was pleasant enough in person … Continue reading
When I reference the Northwest Herald, I call it the Northwest Herald. No reciprocity with the NW Herald’s Group Editor (oops, I see the title is now “General Manager and Executive Editor”) Chris Krug. He was pleasant enough in person … Continue reading
Keely Cat loves bags and boxes. Maybe cats really are cave animals, as I read somewhere. When this bag with poinsettias on it ended up on the kitchen floor, it was predictable that the Mitten would crawl inside. … Continue reading
Keely Cat loves bags and boxes. Maybe cats really are cave animals, as I read somewhere. When this bag with poinsettias on it ended up on the kitchen floor, it was predictable that the Mitten would crawl inside. … Continue reading
“Merry Christmas!” my son told me as he came into our darkened bedroom. My wife was already up preparing the dinner. “What time is it?” “6:41,” the eleven-year old replied. “Don’t you dare go downstairs until I get ready,” I … Continue reading
“Merry Christmas!” my son told me as he came into our darkened bedroom. My wife was already up preparing the dinner. “What time is it?” “6:41,” the eleven-year old replied. “Don’t you dare go downstairs until I get ready,” I … Continue reading
