Dinner

A nice quiet evening and a nice quiet dinner. DG was waiting for a "cheese flight" and a nice imaginative burger, my fish came first, a little tough, but fresh from Lake Michigan.

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Navy Pier Over my beak

This is the view from the hotel in Chicago, that is Navy Pier over my beak. The conference was allot of work in a short time, but downtown Chicago is fun and the food is always good. DG thanks all of you for the warm and funny birthday wishes, he hardly feels a week past 49. I sure hope 49 was not his best-before date.

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DG Turns 50 on Wednesday

We are off to Chicago for the rest of the week

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Old But Good

DG can't lie about his age, he wouldn't want to be mistaken for a Chinese gymnast.

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Older then DG and it still works

DG's first car was an Oldsmobile, not quite as old as this one, but it was a long-long-long time ago. We spend a few minutes talking to the couple who own this one, they went to college the same place that DG did (he was wearing an alumni shirt and this sparked a walk down memory lane.) They said that the local police in their home town have asked them not to drive the "Curved Dash" in their home town, it is street legal but the last time they drove it Dairy Queen three people drove off the street, one of them into a telephone pole watching the old thing go down the street. With DG's advancing age he will be have to be careful in public so that people don't drive off the street.

Special thanks to Kel, WC and Squirrel for the special birthday surprise!

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Late summer in the mid south

I overheard a woman today saying that she had made a terrible mistake. On her way home from work yesterday she stopped at a local store in a small town and didn't lock her car. Well you know what happens at this time in the late summer if you leave a car unlocked. She came out to find two bushels of tomatoes in her back seat. Neighbors trying to unload the bounty of the late summer harvest. She said, at least it wasn't Zucchini this time.

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Cute little car

Rumor has it that DG's uncle Richard has bought an Edsel, not his first, but the first one in a good number of years. DG can remember washing the first one, a convertible, without putting the top up; hard to beleive that no alchol was involved. Not a good thing, but how much harm can you cause to an Edsel? Richard has a long a storied history with cars, the last Edsel was traded on a 64 1/2 Mustang, a white one. Then there was the pickup truck he filled with diesel one night, that didn't have a diesel engine. On well, I am sure that the latest Edsel will add to the long list of Richard stories.

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Comfort

Comfort, this is one of those days when I just want to check into a nice comfy hotel and have people wait on me, call room service and have caviar delivered, 12 more days and I get a couple of nice days in Chicago then another week and we leave on vacation, lots of fresh fish on a cruise.

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Good Color for me

Rolling along in style, I thought that this one was a great color for me. It reminded DG of a car Flying Bob restored. Flying Bob was a childhood friend of DG's father. Bob would rebuild any thing, cars, trucks, boats, airplanes. One time the neighbors called to complain about Bob and all of the restoration projects underway around his house. The city official asked the neighbor to look across the street and tell him if a red airplane was being worked on in the driveway of Bob's house. The neighbor returned to the phone and reported that indeed a red airplane was parked on Bob's driveway and appeared to be in the process of having the engine replaced. The city offical said, " thanks for the update, the red one is mine, the blue wings in the dinning room belong to my daughter's plane. Yellow is a good color for me, I wonder if I can get Bob to paint one yellow for me.

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France

A year ago today I was leaving Normandy, returning to England by ferry boat. Life is good when you are a traveling pengun. Simply good,

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No Cameras in the Court Room

This is as close to taking a picture in the Supreme Court, Court Room as you can get, perched quietly on the railing with the open doors behind me, being very-very quiet.

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