In two years, barring a nuclear flare-up of the kind said to have destroyed the humans in Planet of the Apes, all of us will leave the 20th century behind.
Mike Royko was the midwesterner’s Jimmy Breslin, a two-fisted muckraker who could write himself and his blue collar cronies into every maelstrom he covered.
Unlike his modern-day Seattle counterparts, broadcaster Brickhouse, soused or no, would never have announced the passing of second-line heavy metal bands.