Morning LG, Sorry You Couldn't Be There

Let's Not Jump To Conclusions

Chicago Bear Lance Briggs was so excited about my visit that he wrecked his $430,000 Lamborghini at 3 am Monday morning. Bear's coach Lovie Smith said something about not jumping to conclusions concerning the involvement of alcohol. Just because you wreck a $430,000 sports car on the Interstate, flee the scene (doors open), report it stolen and spend the night at someplace other than your domicile does not suggest any alcohol use. I'm sure Lance knows that drinking Sunday night sets up a really long, shitty workweek. Oh, Lance's car will be fixed for a paltry $150,000.

I Gave Out $3.79 To Panhandlers

Lance Briggs has changed his mode of transportation.
Be careful homey, that cabbie is licking his chops.

I think if you fell in the Chicago River you'd dissolve instantly.

They're all busily headed to work while I was just wandering with my camera. It's pretty relaxing for me. Go lay on some beach if you like. Give me a cab driver with a turban on in downtown Chicago laying on the horn and buzzing pedestrians.

Sears Tower. I've been up to the observation deck before and besides there were panhandlers who's needs had to be met.

I think my brother first took me to Lou Mitchell's when I was like 18. When the waitress tells you to order, you order.

I Beached Myself In My Nephew's Living Room

Here You Go Debbie, Debbie, Debbie

I'm Lazy, Therefore, I Am

This is our family princess, Aimee. She's cute and has a little high pitched scream that has dogs sitting at attention 3 miles away. My sister-in-law and I are headed out to see her later this morning. Aimee's mother Lizzie is expecting a boy in late September.

The word lazy doesn't quite adequately describe me on vacation although I went to bed about 1:30 this morning and got up at 7. I could ride my brother's bike but I might sweat because there's a small hill right as you leave the driveway.

Tomorrow is my assault on downtown Chicago. My brother will be dropping me off at the Glen Ellyn Metra station about 6:30ish so I be hitting the streets by 7:30 am. The plan is that I have no plan. Lou Mitchell's for breakfast? Wander the streets with my camera and then meet my nephew Paul for lunch. I've gotten a rather large sum of change together so the panhandlers in the Loop will be covered. I'd rather these guys not seek employment because then we'd have to recruit new panhandlers.

City Of Chicago On The Big Clock

Alright, Alright, I'll Give You A Sticker

I Have A Hidden Camera That Shows Y'all At Your Desk

I Offered To Mow The Lawn

Sure, my offer to my brother to mow his lawn was really half-hearted but even that has to count for something. He not only mowed...he edged and picked up the dogshit or did he pick up the dogshit, edge and then mow?. What did I do while he mowed? I took a nap in his recliner with some show on The Learning Channel about the building of the Taj Mahal.

Maxwell Street

Debbie, I would've gotten you a vacuum cleaner but the warranty was only like 37 seconds.

Call my job, tell the boss I won't be in...I've had too much weekend.

I'm not exactly a tree expert but I feel confident about making the call here.

America runs on Dunkin. Yes, better than any donuts in Minneapolis and I've had 'em all in Minneapolis. Donut Guy, I'm sure you're a superstar. I'll send some money so you can mail me some.

The return of the Chief.

'Nothing in my pockets but the bottom which is more than I can say for my shoes...talkin bout the blues, I got 'em, it's the only thing I can afford to lose'.

She Was Legit...She Showed Me Her Union Card