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Every week since 1991, Jones has stopped by Mike’s house to share his deepest (but not necessarily deep) thoughts. What ‘s on Jones’s mind as he ambles up the Noonans’ driveway is anyone’s guess. Could it be a book he’s reading?  Something about sports?  Religion?  Could it be something that happened to him at lunch?  “What makes a man like him tick?” Mike wonders. “What makes a man like him at all?” he finds himself wondering more often than not.

Jones has always been a curiosity to Mike: A single, never-married, heretofore childless, south-side Chicago son of two Irish immigrants, now knocking on the door of middle age as a city-dwelling, Transcendental Meditating, hockey playing, Cubs rootin’, grocery-store vegan.

As for Mike, a man from what some might describe as more conventional stock, he is a Naperville living, beer-lovin’, 40-something father of four. With his wife since 1991, married on 9/11 (1999), Mike can now be found most days ferrying “wee-Noonans” to various sports or dance practices.

Like a modern-day (and more effeminate) Laverne & Shirley, the pair is determined to get to the bottom of what Prince called “this thing called ‘life’”: Family, Politics, History, Women, Business, Money, People, Fighting, Life, Kids, Pop Culture, Philosophy.

Uncensored. Unfiltered. Unafraid.