Crazy Weekend

Right now I don't have too many photos from my evening with Andre Dawson. Luckily, Jim was there with his huge camera and took many more photos. Unfortunately, I have not been able to get those yet.

I kind of decided that I have much more fun telling the story of my evening, so I'll just share the best picture of event for now. I can't come close to expressing the joy of the evening in words on screen.


This weekend seemed like 4 days instead of 2. That's because I took a nap yesterday and today. It's amazing how much sleep you lose when you keep playing back the evening of meeting your childhood idol.

I did get a chance to enjoy the weather and get quite a bit of yardwork done. Tom was a huge help in extracting the never-dying tree-like weed from between Steve and my fence. If I'm lucky, I won't have to talk to Steve anytime in the near future.

I hope everyone has a wonderful Monday... I know I will, it's a short week for me.

Oh what night... late September... back in '08

I had the most amazing night, I couldn't have even imagined. I did my best to share the joy with as many people I could reach by phone at a reasonable hour. I do have a few pictures from this wonderful event, but do not have them off my camera yet. My plan is work on a play-by-play and get some photos posted this weekend.

The basic gist of the evening is my encounters with Andre Dawson.
Simply said, I'll probably fall asleep with a grin on my face... well, that's assuming I actually get some sleep tonight.

Monday

Tom and I went down to Old Chicago on the riverfront last night to get a bite to eat and watch the Cubs game. We parked a few blocks down on Water Street and had to walk across scaffolding to get to the rear entrance.
The doorway below, lead into the bowels of Old Chicago that no patrons were meant to see. Can you find Tom in this photo?
Here's a look back at the River Station from Old Chicago's landing.
Those are the tops of a bench and trash can at the base of the Old Chicago stairway.
For everyone's safety, they had hand-railings on the scaffolding and the walkway was lit for us.
It was a mini adventure for Tom and I and quite a bit of fun. You can't really beat catching up with your brother over a calzone and Cubs game.

Basement Geyser

Reporting for...

... Jury Duty, yes, that's right... I typed "duty".

Can't say that today was too exciting. I reported at 1pm and we couldn't use the Main Street entrance for some reason, so everyone was slowly filing through the only other entrance. I'd guess I was standing in line and then in a hall for about 40 minutes before we actually made it to the jury assembly room.

Was I lucky or not? Well, I didn't get picked today and have to report back at 9am in the morning. There are two cases tomorrow and one on Wednesday. At the very least, I'll be able to catch up on some reading.

Shellac

shel·lac /ʃəˈlæk/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[shuh-lak] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation noun, verb, -lacked, -lack·ing.

–noun

1.	lac that has been purified and formed into thin sheets, used for making varnish.

2.	a varnish (shellac varnish) made by dissolving this material in alcohol or a similar solvent.

3.	a phonograph record made of a breakable material containing shellac, esp. one to be played at 78 r.p.m.: an LP that can hold nearly 10 times as much as the old shellac.

–verb (used with object)

4.	to coat or treat with shellac.

5.	Slang. a. to defeat; trounce. b. to thrash soundly.

Also, shel·lack.

"shellac." Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1). Random House, Inc. 07 Sep. 2008. http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/shellac