STOP! Tribune Tower Time.

Sorry, that was super lame.

But I’ll tell you something about time – right before the beginning of a long weekend, it starts moving at a snail’s pace. A snail with a lead shell. On tranquilizers. Stuck in quicksand.

Kill me.

**Correction: That’s the Wrigley Building, not the Tribune Tower. And I call myself a Chicagoan…