So I’m back in Chicago. And, you’ve got it, not for long. I’ll be leaving in the morning to get back to a more stationary life in Oklahoma. At least for a little bit. It seems that I left off somewhere around LAX. I’d paid for a “ShuperShuttle” reservation the night before. I’d never really used them before, so I wasn’t sure how it worked. I eventually found their agent on the “traffic island” and told her I had a reservation. After about half an hour, she told me to get into one of the many vans that drove by.…
Well, I did go to bed early Thursday night. Before I had fallen asleep, Berck called. He and Sydney were stuck in traffic because of a wreck up ahead, and Berck had to pee. So he didn’t talk to me very long before throwing shame to the wind and stepping out of the car and into the bushes to do what the whole line of cars watching him knew he would be doing. (Perhaps with a little envy). An hour later or so, I was sound asleep when my phone rang again. It was Sydney this time, asking if I…
Berck left a message on my phone around 11 a.m. this morning telling me to call him. I don’t check my messages until I get off work at 3:30, so I gave him a call then but got his voice mail. He called me back about the time I got home. “Well,” he said, “I’m in Minneapolis.” The first thought that crossed my mind was that the motorhome took a wrong turn. And a pretty big one at that. “What are you doing in Minneapolis?” “I’m driving to Montana.” Apparently, as soon as Berck arrived in Chicago early this morning,…
So I’m back in Norman. But not for long. Originally, I’d planned to drive to Chicago and visit Sydney, Mom and Noell. After leaving Chicago, the vague plan was for me to drive to Nashville where Dad is these days, and he and I would go out to California to pick up his Miata and some of his stuff. On Wednesday, I was outside the Smart Museum in Chicago, which is the University of Chicago’s little art museum with free admission and a pretty nifty little collection when Dad called. I’m going to spare you the logistical details. They’re simply…
I’m enjoying a much-needed break from Oklahoma. I’d been planning to come to Chicago for awhile, and it seemed like Sydney’s birthday was as good a day as any to do it, especially since Mom was here as well. We went to a Steppenwolf Theatre production of “The Dresser” which is about someone who dresses rather than a piece of furniture. It was well-produced, though the meta-play thing really seems overdone. It had what had to be one of the most elaborately constructed sets I’d ever seen. And Fraiser’s Dad. I spent most of yesterday at the Art Institute of…