Still shambling the streets of the city Nelson Algren defined, I am the Monster in a madhouse refined. Burma Shave.
Monday, September 30, 2013
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Thursday, September 26, 2013
King of The Road at 54
It was the highest temperature on my birthday since the early 90s. So I celebrated the way Roger Miller might in "King of The Road". I rode the rails, I watched a really stinky homeless guy with no shoes, and then when I got home I was happy to see my screensaver was one of the North Avenue beach in July of 2010. I think we all know why it is one of my favorites, particularly when one is sweating at 1 AM. Another favorite screensaver: Supergirl landing in the middle of a conversation, beating up a guy, and the panel I have up is her asking "Who is Charles Bukowski?"
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Thursday, September 19, 2013
My First Military Funeral
Herb Nelson, a friend of the family, married to Cathy, who is no relation to me other than a weird fork in the family tree where friends of one branch become honorary relatives of the other. He and his wife lived in Joliet, where the state prison is and about 35 miles SW of Chicago, and once you drive through the poor side of town and head past Rockdale and Elwood, you encounter the Abraham Lincoln National Cemetery. I represented the family, as I tend to these past few years. An incredible sight, there were six other funerals during the time we were there--10:00 AM on Monday--and three graves being dug.
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Abraham Lincoln National Cemetery,
Elwood,
Illinois
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