Category: My Darling B
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hangar dance
Did I mention we went dancing last night? We did. Friday was the night of the annual hangar dance at the airport. Our favorite local swing band, Ladies Must Swing, finagles an empty hangar away from whoever runs the airport, sets up some tables and plays music by Glenn Miller, Artie Shaw, Count Basie and Read.
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full
Umami, the one and only place in this town to eat a delicious bowl of ramen, finally opened the patio they’ve been working on out front of their shop. My Darling B caught the news of this announcement somewhere and we made a date to meet after work yesterday. I hoofed the eight or ten Read.
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burgers and brew
We’re just back from Burgers & Brew, the annual fund-raiser put on by the REAP Food Group at the Capital Brewery. There, that’s about as many links as one sentence should be forced to hold. We got there about forty minutes early. It was blazing hot. The prospect of standing in the hot, hot sun Read.
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heading home #3
On my emergency trip across the Atlantic during the Thanksgiving weekend I’d had to suffer two broken ATMs to make sure I had no money in my pocket, a lack of places to eat in O’Hare airport except for a tavern serving cold sandwiches, a seat with no floor space next to a guy who Read.
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heading home #2
A transatlantic flight in coach class has to be one of the most miserable ways to travel even under the best of circumstances. I count myself as damn lucky when I can wangle a seat on the aisle so I can hang over the edge a little bit to get some breathing room, and the Read.
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Jack and Diane
A mondegreen for you to ponder today from the song “Jack and Diane” by John Mellencamp, who was then known as either John Cougar Mellencamp, or maybe John Cougar; he was changing his name so often back then that I lost track: Gonna let it rock, let it roll Let the Bible Belt come and Read.
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full
I’m still a little full after last night’s visit to The Old Fashioned. It’s the kind of restaurant where you go to order a sandwich that’s so big you couldn’t possibly eat it in one sitting, and because it’s just that big they give you an order of fries you have to split in half Read.
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Hypothermic
I froze my ass off today. Really. I have no ass. I sat in line with My Darling B – stood, for a while, but mostly sat, so I’m defaulting to that – for five hours this morning to buy tickets for the Great Taste of the Midwest. The skies were clear, the day was Read.
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Certified
Speaking of birth certificates, did I ever tell you that our youngest, T-Dawg, was very nearly born in a forest on the outskirts of Berlin? It’s true. He very nearly was. We lived in an apartment in Zehlendorf on the southern edge of the city, right next to the Berlin wall, and when I say Read.
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