Jerry Springer tapes his last show in Chicago today, before heading for the pastures of Connecticut, made greener by a bunch of tax breaks. Well, Steve Johnson of the Chicago Tribune would like to wish him this fond adieu: “Don’t let the chair flying toward the door hit you on the way out.” The city will scarcely miss him or his moronic show, if it even notices he left.
Springer didn’t exactly set out to be the king of trash, and he’s branched out some; he’s about to star, ironically, in the musical Chicago. But however long he spent there, that city didn’t mean much to him, nor he to it. “He never managed to feel like more than a carpetbagger here,” says Johnson. “Now he will use another town’s airport and TV facilities, dressed up to look like nowhere in particular.”