Tuesday, September 6, 2011

September 3, 2011 A Thing Of The Past

A City Street with a Newspaper Box

September 2, 2011 Sunset In Rearview Mirror

Torrence Ave Off Ramp from I-80

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 31, 2011 Welcome Home

The dogs welcome Chrissy home after a week in San Diego.

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!"