That Bears Fan was my cousin Mark Ryan, with whom I shared a birthday. The Facebook message from his brother Mike:
Mark said was not feeling well and was in bed. He had told his son he would watch the Bears game with him so he came downstairs. He fell on the way down the stairs. They helped him up and Mark then lied down on the couch for the game. He had something to drink and said he was feeling better. A few minutes later he stopped breathing. The ambulance got him to the hospital quickly but they were not able to revive him. They do not know what the cause was as of yet. It was his 48th birthday this past Friday. I miss you Mark.
Life is indeed One Mixed Bag, eh?
Right on Election Day I find out The Big Work Project is due on Friday. So after two solid years of suffering under Obama, I won't have the time to savor this election tsunami or to properly rub it in the faces of my friends on the other side. Every time my ship is about to come in, it sinks within sight of the shore.
The 1968 Pattonville Heights Bunter Abend
May 4, 1968, about halfway between the MLK assassination and the RFK assassination. I can still mumble some of the songs.
It's kind of an involved story, so I'll tell it step by step:
Have a Happy Thanksgiving, Everybody!!!
An Odd Little House 3 Doors Down From Our Old House on Crane Avenue in Hazel Crest Where We Lived 50 Years Ago
Have you ever seen such a small house with so many windows?
Our Old House on Crane Avenue in Hazel Crest Where We Lived 50 Years Ago
A Google Maps/Virtual Painter production
An excerpt from Esquire:
You ask yourself, "What is a pipe? What purpose does it serve?" So muses Tom McMahon, master plumber of Croton-on-Hudson, New York, instructing a new disciple at the dawn of a new day. His beard is white, his head smooth as an egg, his face sweet and mournful as an old dog. He's sixty years old, and he's been fixing things all his life. He fixed cars in high school and the Army decorated him for fixing things in Korea, then he came home and got a job fixing forklifts at the GM plant down in Tarrytown and ended up as night-shift maintenance supervisor at the paint shop, striking out on his own back in 1988. He's the kind of master craftsman — if you're lucky, there's one in your town — who gets hired for the tough jobs, like replumbing an old hotel into dozens of independent heat zones or re-creating the giant pipes of the steam era for a local millionaire's private steam museum. So he's been thinking about this question his entire life.
"The pipe makes civilization possible," he says.
By separating the waste from the potable water, he explains, the pipe allows people to live together in large groups without dying of dysentery. And the Latin word for lead, which is what the Romans used for pipes, is plumbum. So the plumber, when you think about it, is the foundation for a whole host of miracles. "Put it this way, my daughter, working for ten dollars or twelve dollars an hour in a nursing home, working on her associate's degree, she can walk through the door of her apartment and command it to be light and dark. She can command it to be hot or cold. She can go into the kitchen and command sanitary water to come forth at whatever temperature she likes and dismiss it at her pleasure. She can go into this unit and you can keep food cold for days. You go to this unit and you can command your food to be hot. A king! with all his troops! a hundred years ago couldn't do that."
Finding stuff like this is why I Google my name every day.
It's been the home away from home for televangelist Jim Bakker, perennial presidential candidate Lyndon LaRouche, Sotheby's chairman A. Alfred Taubman, and may soon be the home of Bernie Madoff. Up the road 100 miles or so from where ex-Enron CEO Jeff Skilling spends his time these days.
When we lived there in the late seventies it was still the Rochester State Hospital. And yes, we literally lived across the street, in the Edelweiss Apartments. Those old state hospitals have a lot of mysterious history.