When I lived in Chicago and picked up the Chicago Tribune, few things would give me more pain than reading Bob Greene's daily column. Either he was writing about Baby Richard, his self-proclaimed best friend Michael Jordan or musing on how small-town life was just the best. Greene was popular with readers, but had plenty of detractors-- the Chicago Reader even had a weekly "Bobwatch," where it chronicled Bob's embarrassing columns.
Then, last year, Bob admitted to his editors that he had carried on with an intern years ago, who was now blackmailing him. He resigned from the paper in disgrace. To make matters worse, his wife died a few months later. There are a pair of Bob Greene profiles out right now, one from Esquire scribe Bob Zehme (who's sympathetic) and another in Chicago magazine (which reminds everyone what a phony bob was).
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