

50 years. Think about it. Fifty years is a long time. A really long time. I DJ'd the 50th Wedding Anniversary of my friend Todd's parents Bob & Sharon last night. There were tables set up with a bunch of great pictures. I enjoyed the ones of Bob & Sharon when they were young and their wedding pictures. I laughed at the ones of Todd & Kevin when they were young. The party was a celebration of the past fifty years and I had a blast playing all those great tunes from the early days of rock and roll. There was a table of party people that had not slowed down one bit over the years, they had a great time dancing and singing along to the old favorites. There is nothing I enjoy more than listening to good storytellers telling stories. This crowd had several who are masters of the trade. I heard stories about Sharon ditching school to go to Chicago's version of American Bandstand to dance while younger family members would watch her on the television but never mention it to the parents. I heard first hand accounts of the Korean & Vietnam wars. Then there was friends of Todd's brother Kevin that would get dressed for church every Sunday and go to the Livesay house where Sharon would make them breakfast then hurry them home at 11am because church was over. Todd gave a great speech about his parents. He told the story about their honeymoon. They planned a trip to Florida and a young Bob was expecting warm sun, tropical drinks and Sharon in a bikini but after driving south for several hours Sharon began to cry. She missed home and family. Bob turned the car around and according to Todd that began a lifetime of Sharon being the boss. There were conflicting stories about the size of Sharon's boyfriend that Bob informed he was taking his girlfriend. Bo
b says he was huge, Sharon says he was small. As you can imagine fifty years of marriage can produce a million stories and lots were told throughout the night, especially as the champagne bottles were emptied. But one thing was repeated several times, Sharon loved her boys and you had better not mess with any of them. The pictures are Bob & Sharon dancing to 'Only You' by The Platters, Todd giving his speech and it wouldn't be a party without Todd turning on his 'white mans overbite' and show the youngsters how it is done on the dancefloor.



I do not care where you live, the traffic is not as bad as Chicago's fucking disaster of a highway system. When you add miserable weather to the traffic, it boggles the mind how slow one can travel in the Chicagoland area. It once took me 7.5 hours to travel 67 miles during a snowstorm that produced 5 inches of snow. Today it was raining on and off like a monsoon. It took me over 2 hours to drive 16 miles on the Kennedy to the Dan Ryan. But this blog is not about the traffic, it's about what went through my mind while stuck in traffic. Earlier in the day I drove across Lawrence Ave from Jefferson Park to Albany Park to get to a job. I took a few pictures along the way. I noticed at least seven different languages on storefront signs along the way. English, Korean, Spanish, Serbian, Polish, Chinese and Arabic though I'm not sure if that is the correct name for that language. I also thought it was strange for Ralph's Marine to be located in the middle of a block nowhere near any water but the business looked busy. So while stuck in traffic I began thinking about all the different businesses on Lawrence Ave. The fact that a Chinese business can be next door to a Mexican business is what makes America great. We always hear that America is the greatest country in the world. It's true we often hear it from other Americans so I spent the afternoon wondering what makes America the greatest country on Earth. My conclusion is that diversity makes this the best country in the world. We are the best and maybe the worst of every other nation rolled into one country. Whether you can admit it or not, we are influenced by the many different cultures that Americans are exposed to on a daily basis. This changes the way we think about the world, the food we eat, the way we see ourselves. Back in 2003 I had to laugh at myself on my first flight to a foreign country. I had to fill out a landing card that asked for my nationality. I always answered this by saying Irish, Italian and German but that would be incorrect. For the first time in my life I answered American. It seemed strange because I had never called myself an American before that moment. When you add Chrissy's bloodline of Polish, Romainian, Lithuanian and German you can see how diverse our two families have gotten. This really is America's greatest strength. Obviously my trip down Lawrence Avenue got me started on this line of thinking but after 2 hours in traffic I still believe our greatest asset as a country is our diversity. 










