Tom Roeser does this alderman up very nicely in his blog item about “the lucky sperm club” of public office heirs:
The fastidious, preening Edward, his white hair in a blow-dry pompadour, his chiseled face held high at a jaunty angle, wearing a flowing $150 green tie from Stuart’s on Michigan avenue, acts as to the manor born as he strides up to the altar in a $3,000 suit at St. Peter’s each noon in Lent to receive the sacrament to which he believes he is thoroughly entitled as a Burke.
Alderman Eddie, a.k.a. Mother Burke, our Carrie Nation of the dining room table, is the main character of several whom Roeser names to go with our incipient latest of the breed, Young Stroger.
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