What If?

What if I had a blog, and had nothing to write about? Hold on pal, that's exactly what's happening. My mind is a veritable wasteland today. Good ideas are nowhere to be found, and even I'm so bored with my life that I don't think I should subject anyone to it. I do however have some space to fill, so let's get to it.

Chicago is in a frenzy today. We are in the midst of one of the biggest road reconstructions in the history of road reconstruction. The Dan Ryan is being completely rebuilt. This means nothing to anyone who doesn't live here, or the snobs who live on the North or West sides of the city, but for the rest of us, it's a nightmare. I had the displeasure of driving into the city today using nothing but side streets. Talk about road rage. The trip that usually takes me 45 minutes took two hours. I felt like Travis Bickle driving my taxi around. I shaved my head into a Mohawk and went looking for a pubescent Jodi Foster in hot pants.

The World Champion Chicago White Stockings got their World Series rings today. Sometimes I think I have more than a little chick in me. I confess to getting a little teary eyed while listening to the presentation on the radio. I don't think I'm alone on this. Sometimes it's ok for guys to cry. When you're watching "Field of Dreams", when you're team wins the big one or when you realize that your other team isn't going to cover the spread and you've lost the house, weep away baby.

My birthday is over and I managed not to ruin it. I think I made "Daughter's" day. I stayed calm and really like the gift she and "Wife" gave me. Wow, look I'm coming to the end and I was able to fill the space. Talk about getting blood from a stone. Later...Brian