Showing posts with label Illinois. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Illinois. Show all posts

Monday, July 08, 2024

Mecca Of The Midwest

Navy Pier originally opened in 1916 to be used as a dock for freighters, passenger ships, and events, the 3,300-foot-long pier now houses over 50 acres of shops, restaurants, theaters, etc., and draws over nine million visitors each year.  

It's been used for everything from a jail for draft dodgers to a training center for the United States Navy to a classroom for the University of Illinois.  It is one of the most visited attractions in all of the Midwest and it's Chicago's second-most visited tourist attraction.



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2023: Sorry, no post on this day.
2022: Sorry, no post on this day.
2021: Sorry, no post on this day.
2020: Sorry, no post on this day.
2019: Sorry, no post on this day.
2018: Clean Sweep
2017: 
The Little French Dining Car
2016: Shiny Happy People
2015: The Oedipus Driving Complex
2014: Summer At Percy Priest
2013: Heat And Humidity Abundant, Wind Nowhere To Be Found
2012: Delicious Eats And Healthy Treats
2011: Special Seasoning
2010: Two Truck Drivers, A Writer And A Photographer Walk Into A Bar
2009: Taking The Express To The Heartland
2008: TIT-illating Sights On The Road
2007: I’ve Been Everywhere Sunday
2006: Embracing Your Inner Bike Riding Hussy
2005: It Takes A Village To Wake A Child

Thursday, March 28, 2019

Midway Over Chicago

Ed and I are on our way to the Mid American Trucking Show in Louisville, Kentucky. 

Our flight connected in Chicago's Midway International Airport.  In all my years of flying, I've never been to Midway.  But since we were flying Southwest, and that's one of their hubs, we connected there. 

Speaking of Southwest Airlines - can I tell you that they have what's called "open seating"?  Which means....you don't get assigned a seat.  I didn't realize this until I was waiting at the gate in Tucson.  I was totally stressed out.  And we were in Boarding Group C, which meant TWO groups got on the plane first to choose seats.


Would we sit together?  Would I have to sit next to a stranger?  Would I be in the middle?  Would I spill over into someone other than Ed's seat?  I almost broke out in a rash.  Seats are small.  I'm not.  If I have to spread out, I want it to be into my husband's space, not someone else.  

While we were on the jetway, moving slowly like cattle, an employee cut in line because he needed to speak to the flight attendant before takeoff.  He chatted with us a bit waiting for an opening.  He asked how we were and I told him I was a little stressed out about the open seating.  He said, "You've never flown Southwest?"  I said, "Not in over 25 years.  And I don't remember not having an assigned seat."  He said it was like church, or the movies, you just go in and pick a seat.  Anywhere you'd like.

Uh, yeah, but at the movies, you don't have to walk single-file in a metal tube and watch everyone in front of you take the good seats while you're sweating it out in the back.  I was trying not to make a scene.  For Ed's sake, of course.

A few minutes later, this employee turned around and said, "I got you guys a row in the back, you'll have it to yourself.  You have broad shoulders..."  Um.  Is "broad shoulders" a euphemism for being fat?  Because if it is, I'm all over that shit. 

I said, "Huh.  So being a fatty finally got me some perks."  He said, "No, no.  You do have broad shoulders.  Do you really want to be squished the entire flight?" 

OK.  So they're broad.  Like linebacker broad?  I can take that.  I said, "No, of course, I don't.  Thank you so much."  He told us to just walk to the back of the plane and they'd have the seats saved for us.

What a score!!  So we had the row - three seats - to ourselves.  I took the window, Ed took the aisle, and we had a lovely flight to Chicago. 

I read this in-flight magazine article while on the plane, about Herb Kelleher, the co-founder, and CEO of Southwest Airlines, who died earlier this year.  I'd known about this guy for years.  He was always praised for his personality, and style, and the way he loved his company and the people who worked in it.  He loved his people and his people loved him.  The article stated that his legacy was love.

And today I felt that.  One of his employees took a matter into their own hands and made my flight less stressful and infinitely more pleasant.  That's rare these days.

Thanks, Herb, for leaving a lasting impression.




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2018: 
A Direct Route To Hope

2017: Charred
2016: Right Only At The Big Yellow Tree
2015: High Shine Pete
2014: A Big Thumbs Up On Day Two
2013: The Hospital Survives Another Week
2012: More Distracting Than Texting While Driving
2011: The Aftermath
2010: More Than Halfway To A World Record
2009: If You Need Your Hump Fixed, This Is The Place
2008: The Flight, The Hotel, The Walk, And The Sleep Deprivation
2007: A Lot Of Beauty, A Little Citrus, And A Mini Moo
2006: Shorn
2005: Sorry, no post on this day. The blog didn’t start until May 2005!

Monday, October 01, 2018

We Prefer The Slow Grind

This is what we had to look at for 600 miles.

Atlas was the lead truck in our museum move.  There were six trucks total and we were number two.  I've mentioned in the past that I don't like riding with other trucks.  In convoys or in an escort situation, because you always have to compromise.  And although I'm absolutely okay with compromise in regular everyday stuff, I don't like to negotiate the driving plan. 

Ed and I drive slow.  Every other driver we've met, with the exception of our friend Marlaina and MacG, like to do the speed limit.  In most cases, the "speed limit" is 65, 75, 80.  Whatever it is, they do it.  We do 58.  So trying to compromise with five other trucks, a total of ten drivers, is never going to favor us.  

For the first half of the trip, during my drive time, the guy driving actually was doing about 58-60 miles per hour.  Perfect speed.  When we switched out, his female counterpart cranked it up to 68-70.  Thankfully I was at the end of my shift and handed the reigns over to Ed.  Even though he prefers driving slow, too, he's much better at keeping up than I am. 

It was a short trip and we made good time.  There were only a few stops for mandatory load checks, bathroom breaks, and coffee.  


And we went back to our slow grind the next day.



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2017: 
Texas Really Does Have A Thing For Big Stuff

2016: Two-Wheeling In The Desert
2015: Moab Is The Place For Premium Baked Goods 
2014: A Precursor To The Real Deal
2013: Only In The Summertime
2012: Craving Italy
2011: A Perfect Way To Start A Month
2010: Old School
2009: Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough
2008: The Clubhouse Girls
2007: Morning On The Air Train
2006: The Other Side Of The Tracks
2005: Vicki Bin Laden   

Sunday, September 23, 2018

Me, Augustus, And Kublai Khan

When we're on the road for our birthdays, we usually stop and have dinner at a nice place.  But this week we're on our way to pick up a load so we just had dinner on the go.  I didn't think I was going to have any cake.

But when we stopped for the night in Illinois, Ed left to go into the truck stop and wound up walking across the street to the grocery store, coming back with a carrot cake.  He knocked on the back door of the sleeper and when I opened it, he was standing there with candles blazing!

On the Google page for your birthday, they illustrate the word with a clickable link that takes you to the page showing events, birthdays, deaths, etc. for that day.


Look at all the people who share my birthday:

Seems I'm in good company.

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2017: 
The Ultimate F Word - Fifty

2016: Cheers To 49!
2015: Loving Snow For Over Four Decades