As did we. Two-by-two added fun and frolicking. From the south side of Chicago, we were the baddest men in town on the University and Museum grounds. To the fields of Wriggly and Comiskey, and then a nice Segway to the lakeside. Dishing Deep at Uno’s, the originator of said Panned Pies.
Nothing but heat and humidity, and nary a rain fall on the head space. The head spaced out as well as we should on off and down times. The fire destroyed a lot of history but made up with achievements and feats; not to mention the bipedal on all two pair.
Whilst the Aquatic Dimension is prevalent, it is not beseeching the individual to comply. Relentless attempts at draining the unlimited Mass Mover Card go importunedly unanswered. The deal is too good to swipe. One simple inexpensive seamless card does it all. No transfers, no ID cards, no line-ups, no waits. As explained on local Big Smoke Radio, Chicago has one simple system, extensive and well serviced, and integrated. 23 smackers and you can travel till you tip for seven gruelling days.
Stunning views of the downtown and a visit to the “Mag” Mile
made money mean much. A slip out to
dad’s father’s Stovery shows progress awaits no one in this town. 437 is under the concrete of the 290 and the
Blue Line. Still have the pics and stood
on the spot. The Dark Blue Pier is
slated for a revisit Saturday night for dinner and fireworks. Nothing like a trap for excursionists stacked
full of the same. We will see as we
saw. One large lunar globe browbeating a lighthouse and sailing vessel; awe inspiring image on the site.
Betwixed private tours of the members-only, Jake and Elwood take it all in with their hunnies. Beaching hot on the penultimate day, to the beach we say and saddle up the ponies for the only self driven excursion in the Windy City. House of Blues Back rooms with possible unauthorized shots of the great room and private environs. Mercilessly matched by Transformers 2 on the streets. Burnt Cars staged and shot. Film exposed on the streetscapes. We now know more than we dangerously should about architecture from the aqueous humor reversedly flowing through said town.
Needless to say anyone who has ventured upon a Segway, wants a Segway. Where are the enviro whacko, Volvo driving, Birkenstock wearing, tree hugging, hemp wearing, tie-dye crowd when there is this ultimate transportation mode available? Well.......uhh.....possibly they know that once we all get on a Segway, they will have nothing to protest and nothing to attempt to raise money for. Nope. There should have been a revolution. The Aquamarine Pacific Do-gooders just don't want the strife to end. It’s their industry to have Enviro Strife.
Nice segue.
Mark Hull Du
Calumet, First
of the coterie of York, Son
of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne,
Yeoman
to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to
Australia, and now Grandad's Land.
[this is good] LIKE THIS... "Whilst the Aquatic Dimension is prevalent, it is not beseeching the individual to comply."
REALLY LIKE THIS! "We will see as we saw."
Some good grabbers there. Makes me want to eat at Uno's. Anyone feel like pizza?
Posted by: Mark Roach | 08/03/2010 at 05:24 PM