Tuesday, October 25, 2005


Someone special in a far-northern U.S. city has a package coming their way very soon. OGFP has been busy collecting special items for inclusion. We meant to send a nice Cognac along too, but forgot. Save it for the next one.

Also, we just sent out Mom's birthday card. Two pieces of mail in one day is a record of some sort.

If you watch a disturbing film about Hitler and the destruction of the Third Reich right before going to bed, you are going to have serious nightmares. Not to the point where you wake up in hot sweats, right hand tremoring, moving shadow armies that only exist on paper against enemies set to crush you, but close. Cyanide and the bullet to the temple! Cold! Pure evil doesn't do half-steppin'.

On Wednesday night Mike and I are going to the United Center to watch Game 4 of the World Series on the jumbotron, eat brats, and root on the Pale Hose. If you feel like going, go to Ticketmaster and plop down 15 bux for charity, and have yourself a time. You can even ride the Madison Express to the UC with us.

Tonight is Game 3. Game 2 on Sunday night was perhaps the greatest night for Chicago baseball in 75 years. We'll be telling our Grandkids about Scotty Pods and Konerko's grand slam, and the team from the southside that could. 2 down, 2 to go.

Regina Spektor, you are the soundtrack of my life right now. There might be some good ones, indeed.

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