A City Street with a Newspaper Box
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.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
September 1, 2011 A New Slider
Sometimes you have to quell the 'crave' even if you didn't know you had the 'crave'. It turns out that original cheeseburgers taste much better than cheddar cheeseburgers.
August 30, 2011 Bronzeville
I-55 @ Martin Luther King Drive
What does a miltia man have to do with Bronzeville? These are the kind of thoughts I have while stuck in traffic driving a van full of gas fumes.
August 29, 2011 So Proud
Ricobene's, Bridgeport, Chicago
This is Cindy. She is the little sister of one of my best friends. Whenever Chrissy and I felt like having a kid around we would take her with us. She was the flowergirl at my wedding. She is about to devour a Chicken Vesuvio sandwich at Ricobene's. She is one of the few kids I've have spent time with since they were babies. So why am I so proud of her. Is it because she has turned out to be a fine young woman? Is it because she developed a love of Chicago because we took her to the city as a kid? Is it because she graduated from college and currently has a job with a local United States congressman? Of course it is all of that, but not tonight. I'm so proud of her because after splitting a chicken vesuvio with me after a White Sox game, she decided she couldn't wait until she got home and ate her carry out chicken vesuvio sandwich. I'm so proud that my love of good food was passed on to her. Unfortunately, hearing my smartass comments while growing up has made her pretty good at that too. So I'd be a hypocrite if I wasn't proud of the few good sarcastic remarks she directed at me. Well done Cindy.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
August 28, 2011 A Mountain of Blow & Hookers
My wife is out of town and the dream is always the same...a pile of cocaine and hookers all around me. But the reality is dirty clothes, sink full of dishes and an empty fridge. Reality sucks! By the time I do the laundry, clean the dishes, walk the dogs and restock the fridge I don't have any time for drugs and women. But if I had just hired a maid then..."say hello to my little friend!"
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