Nothing says “summer” to me musically like Van Halen’s 5150 album. I turned 18 in the summer of 1986, and was determined to enjoy one last summer before going away to college. I bagged groceries by day, drank whatever I could get my hands on by night, and listened to the fusion of Sammy HagarContinue reading “On Dreams We Will Depend”
Today is a historic day in America.
Yesterday was the day that Chicago celebrated St. Patrick’s day by dyeing the river green and having a parade. Not so very long ago, the parade was held on March 17 (the actual feast day of St. Patrick), regardless of whatever day of the week it actually fell on. But holding it on a weekendContinue reading “Green pants and marriage”
I’m a flatlander from Chicago, so these days of being on a snowy mountain in Tennessee are certainly unique. The beauty of nature is on full display, and in many ways it’s invigorating. Not many people equate Tennessee with snow, but for the rest of my days I will do exactly that. The circumstances thatContinue reading “Seems only fitting”
My best guess is that this picture was taken in 2003, when my oldest daughter was four years old. It was taken at the annual Pride parade in Chicago, on Broadway Avenue somewhere between Belmont and Diversey. When I was her age, back in the early 1970s, the idea of a Pride parade was unheardContinue reading “Pride and Joy in Illinois”