Aurora, IL
The old industrial river town of Aurora was promised a revitalization with the flow of money from casinos. I didn't see any vitality when I drove through it.
In an effort to add some discipline to my easily distracted mind, I am creating this blog to practice writing and photography on a somewhat regular basis. The title comes from a story about my Irish Grandfather. When I was a baby anytime my mother would ask him if he wanted to hold me, he would say "Does he still shit in his pants?" It sounds like something I would say about a baby and it makes me laugh every time I think about it. BTW, YOU CAN CLICK ON ANY PICTURE TO SEE IT FULL SIZE.
All day long the radio news station has been frantically, yet privately very excitedly, warning about the storm of the century coming our way tomorrow. As I drove home tonight, you could see the dark clouds approaching from the west. I wanted to put goat's blood over our door to protect us but Chrissy said that only protects our first born son and since we don't have kids it wouldn't be necessary. Damn news stations had me worried about nothing.