I'm not sure why I'm always fascinated by the amount of decay in the Chicago subway system, but I am. They should really figure out a way to give subway tours, especially while the trains are still running, but I'm sure that's a no-no since 9-11 and all. Don't want those terrorists learning the deep, dark secrets of our transit system. Kind of makes me think they should stop posting the transit maps all over the place. Plain and simple, they're just inviting an attack.
There's a special place in my heart for Boston Baked Beans. I'm probably in the minority on this one, but what can I do? Old candy habits die hard.
Pretty swank motel over on Cicero, not too far from Midway. I imagine many travel weary folk reserve rooms here so they don't have too far to goo once they depart the airport.
This picture isn't all that good quality wise, but if you look closely over there on the left, that's Dan Buban on lead guitar showing off his hot licks and sleazy tricks! Doug Marks would be proud. I believe this was the first time I ever witnessed my brother playing live and he didn't disappoint. Reminded me of Nuno Bettencourt and Vito Bratta 69'ing while listening to Bang Tango's Pistol Whipped in the Bible Belt album.
I'm not sure who's to blame for Maxine picking up this nasty habit, though I imagine it was just a matter of time. I mean, hell, if you're going to eat Popeye's and get plastered on Evan Williams whiskey all the time, you might as well top it off with a few smokes.
Count the Daves! Count the Daves! Why aren't you counting the Daves? How many are there? Bet you don't know the answer. Trick question! There's only one. I went to school for printing, not gene splicing...or Jesus studies.
This is what I've been sort of waking up to...25 to 45 minutes after I actually wake up. It's the view from the Halsted Orange Line station. Well, it's one of the views, I suppose. You can choose to look whatever direction you want, but quite often this is how I choose to orient myself. Can anyone tell me what those rail cars are purposed for? I've never quite understood.
This one just goes to show that you can find beauty in the most unlikely places, even if you're programmed to not look for beauty anywhere. Sometimes it just slaps you upside the head and there's nothing you can do about it, except pull out your iPhone and take a picture.
Can you guess who was excited to see Judas Priest? That's right, these three were excited to see Judas Priest! There may also have been a fourth excited person, but I can't confirm nor deny those allegations, though I did fire my Deputy Chief of Staff just in case.
Uh oh. Me make bad. Yeah it finally happened. Not only did I spend the last four days, of the first week of being 40, in much intestinal pain and watery craptitude, but I got in my first car accident as well. Not my fault. No one was physically injured. No one cried. Well my bosses may have shed a few silent tears, but I didn't notice. Perhaps it'll happen when the premium goes up? Good news is that the van still runs and I can still make the pickups and deliveries. The show must go on, right?
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