One night in Chicago, I marched home in sub-zero weather, several miles. Fortunately, by that time, I had learned how to dress from head to toe for arctic conditions...
Now caught up to my second comment at #476... how far behind have I fallen now? And I think I'm reading more slowly as the night wends on.
redc1c4: ...doesn't help that the local building standards don't incorporate anti-seismic requirements, as they do here in Quake-land...
Our 15 years in Chicago was the days of our early family creation, so we didn't get out as much as we thought we would when we first moved there, but we did get to enjoy some of its amenities.
cthulhu: ...At certain times, it becomes optimal to triple the size of such box, label everything, and assign every wire out to an appropriate breaker......then hide the expense under "landscapi
Chuck C, back at #310: ...the "electrician" had used small Hills Brothers coffee cans. Instead of electrical tape or caps - clear packing tape...
The house we live in was built of poured concrete. I figure the "older" part was built some time in the late teens or early twenties of the last century.
Morning, Glories! Just finished reading the Vic News, lost in the clutter of the ONT after-party, and about to check out MisHum's mystery links. Meanwhile...
Your "eau de irony" news for the night:
A rapper on Chicago's South Side was shot and killed early Tuesday morning while rapping about guns for a music video in a local park.
Twenty-two years ago, tonight, our family arrived in Oklahoma, moving from Chicago. Back to Oklahoma for me & Milady, first residence change for our three Chicago-born kids.
I would have a Guiness, but we don't have any, and it's Oklahoma on Sunday, so I can't get any. Tecate it is, then.
We moved the family from Chicago to Oklahoma with some thoughts of better surviving the possible coming collapse.
All the things I had in mind to prepare? Unrealized.
I was all set to tell this funny story about the time my wife met Joan Baez in a bar in Chicago.
Then I remembered it was Buffy StMarie (I think).
Brown Line: ...at one point describing "acres of parking" around Wrigley Field: oy veh!
Perhaps he was thinking of Cominsky [sic]?
mindful - Thank you for the review "The Time Traveller's Wife". I'll be sure to put it on my queue.
Oh, forgot to mention a very personal aspect of re-reading Time Traveler's Wife - the main "present time" and place for the story is North side of Chicago, in the early 1990s.
Trimegistus: ...can I request a ban on the term "The Big Easy"? ... It was invented out of whole cloth in the 1970s, and needs to be retired like most other bad ideas from that decade.
Carol: ...Heat is coming up & making a lot of noise.
All this talk of lamb and no mention of Gyros? It can be good or mediocre, but pressed beef and lamb gyros became one of my favorite foods the first time Milady took me to a Greek restaurant.
New Madrid... First read about the possible effects of "if it happened today" some forty years ago. I think the article said they thought it likely to happen in the next 50 years...
I get caught up on book comments, and I check and, yeah, elbows thread is up, of course.
Not supposed to mean the book thread expired, of course, but, called the Horde for a reason.
Colin: Chicago Police: Customer with concealed carry license kills robber...
Chicago: 6 shot and 74 heroin ODs in less than 72 hours.
In before the next thread, just to say,
Cold and rain no doubt affected the overnight numbers here in Chicago.
Enough idle browsing. I'm off to explore the Big Potato!
Casual observations while toodling around Chicago includes my first rat sighting (last night, crossing the street in front of us, I nearly ran over him, but missed).
On this day in 1974, I drove from Tulsa to the Ponca City train station to pick up a Chicago gal I'd known in college.
Just passing through and decided to drop this on y'all.
Continuing my report from the People's Republic of Chicago, first time here after ten years away.
Greetings, glorious Horde. Jumping in w/o getting caught up on everybody's precious words. Yet.