Yesterday was the third Chicago performance of Listen To Your Mother - the second at the Athenaeum Theater on Chicago's Near North Side. It was funny, painful, nostalgic and real. I feel so fortunate to have been part of this.
The CUBS lost one last night, after winning three in a row. They played well. But they lost. Thi could be the start, though, of a long, slow turnaround for the CUBS. You heard it here, first.
I caught up with three seasons of "Game of Thrones" over a long weekend. I even got three episodes into season four. Now, however, I have to wait for Sunday evenings to get a too short hour of four different story lines. This sucks.
Today, my young friend John and I are going to solve the last of the issues that have been messing with my mind and my CB750. I have a maladjusted carburetor that makes maintaining a proper idle speed difficult. And I don't feel comfortable with the notion of riding a bike whose engine speed I can't control properly. So it gets fixed today.
I'm going to go on a 5k walk for cancer this coming Sunday. Details later. This is for Katy.
AND. At the after party, yesterday, I got to meet Colleen Hayes live and in color. She and I have been blogger friends like, forever. Now we have met in person. She hugs good.