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The Best Part of Texas

The Best Part of Texas is that you can get Blue Bell there again, which is still not available in Louisville.

We flew down to Houston today on United (aka Republic) Airlines.  I got a seat with a lot of legroom, although like all airline seats these days, there was no padding, so it’s like sitting in a plywood chair the whole way.  At least I did not get dragged off the plane.


It’s amazing how some airlines have managed our expectations so well.

zoo.rhinoWe went to the zoo with the grandkids.  It was a beautiful day.  We saw the rhinoceros exhibit.

We saw the gorilla exhibit.

Granpa is getting fat.

Granpa is getting fat.

We saw the African village exhibit (GC2 is in the background, playing the drums).zoo.africa

We saw the cheetah exhibit.

Granpa is still fat.

Granpa is still fat.

We saw the birds exhibit.zoo.bird

Then we went to Guidry’s seafood for dinner.  It’s the way food is supposed to be: everybody crammed into a big room, a roll of paper towels on the table, and the waitress dumps a pile of boiled crawfish and boudin and sausage and corn and potatoes and everybody just digs in.  People in the Midwest do not eat this way, to their loss.

And Get Off My Lawn!

imagesSpringtime, and I go to the store to get a new air filter and spark plug for the old lawnmower.  As I’m heading out to the shed, CVH asks what I’m doing.

“I need to gap the new spark plug for the lawn mower,” I said.

She says, “Well, I don’t know nothing about gapping spark plugs.”

“That’s why you keep me around.  In case you need a spark plug gapped.”

She pauses for a second, then says, “You’re right.  If I were to get me some new young thing, he wouldn’t know how to do anything.  I think all they know how to do is fool with their phones.”

You’ve got to be kidding

imagesToday I noticed that my dental floss has an expiration date stamped on the package.  I mean, really – if a Twinkie can last thirty years, why can’t my floss last two?

All Things Are Temporary

And vacations must come to an end.  Today is our last day in Chicago (unless we decide to chuck it all and stay here).

After a bitterly cold Wednesday (even the local weather forecaster termed it “unseasonably cold”), today it’s seventy-five degrees.  Unbelievable.  I had to go to the Post Office and buy boxes to ship all our sweaters and jackets home, as we couldn’t bear to wear them and there was no room in the suitcases.

The 1910 Chicago Flower Show - not much has changed

The 1910 Chicago Flower Show – not much has changed

The highlight of today was visiting the Chicago Flower Show, held annually since 1847 (although I suppose they might have skipped a few war years).


The utility company had a witty exhibit of a garden with little windows in the ground showing you what might be lying under yours and therefore why you should call 811 before digging.  Over where the water pipes were shown, the garden had a fountain squirting up, over where gas pipes were shown, the garden had a burning fire pit, and so forth.  Cute.

Bird and nest sculpted from old stuff found in the attic

Bird and nest sculpted from old stuff found in the attic

CVH loves birds, and there was a garden that showcased bird-themed sculptures by Chicago artists.


The Chicago High School for Agricultural Sciences had a garden promoting using urban spaces (rooftops, etc) for growing food so that more food could be locally sourced.


I enjoyed the butterfly garden where you could feed butterflies.  Once they saw my red shirt, they flocked to me (I guess they thought I could be a flower).  One landed on the side of my neck and I cried out “Oh no!  The vampire butterfly!”  CVH rolls her eyes.  I had trouble leaving the netted area because they really liked my red shirt.

water garden

I also found the water garden entrancing.


CVH loves tulips.


Of course, there was the “Home and Garden Marketplace” where we spent too much money.

We had lunch in the Navy Pier food court.  I was able to finally get me a Chicago Dog.  I also had the Peanut Butter Milk Shake at the DMK Burger Bar.  You are not going to find the nutritional information posted for that.

A Wrinkle in Time

The edition I read

The edition I read

This evening we went to a staging of L’Engle’s A Wrinkle in Time.  (I wanted to see American Idiot, but got outvoted by CVH.) You read the book when you were a kid.  You are thinking that it would be hard to put on the stage.  You are right.  But for $20 a seat, the performance was a very, very good value.

The actors were much better than I was expecting at a venue that was at the next-to-last-train stop.  The kid who played the genius little brother, Charles Wallace, had even had a small part in Spike Lee’s Chi-Raq, and you don’t get even a small role in a Spike Lee film without some serious chops, which this kid surely had.

It was small on the outside.

It was small on the outside.

Before the show, we ate at a hole-in-the-wall Vietnamese restaurant that was so good we thought we were back in Houston.  I went back after the show to get a dessert, but although his sign said open, he wouldn’t make me one, so don’t wait too late to put your order in.

It was small on the inside.

It was small on the inside.

But you had a full view of the kitchen; Peter Freeborn would approve.

But you had a full view of the kitchen; Peter Freeborn would approve.


Windy City Café Pancake Burger

windycityAround the corner from the Intuit Gallery is the Windy City Café.  I had one of their house specials, the Pancake Burger: a burger served with a fried egg between two pancakes.  It works much better than it sounds, and keeps you going (you either spend a fortune on taxis or you walk a lot in Chicago, and I did not spend a fortune on taxis).


Bees are in Trouble

I saw this from a CTA bus:  “Bees need lawyers too”.

If true, we are all in big trouble.


Year of Darger

T310 PL 97-52After filling up my swag bag at the vendor area, I headed uptown to the Intuit Gallery of Outsider Art.  They have proclaimed 2017 as their “Year of Darger”, the 125th birth anniversary of Henry Darger.  (You may know Henry from Natalie Merchant’s song about him on her Motherland album.)  Henry lived in Chicago nearly all his life, and did all his work there.  Most of his work, to the chagrin of the Chicago art community I am sure, is at the American Folk Art Museum in New York City.  I had seen some of the collection there and was looking forward to the display at Intuit.  The exhibition did not disappoint.  There were many iconic illustrations from In The Realms of the Unreal, and a recreation of Henry’s one-bedroom apartment with many of his actual belongings.  Not to be missed by any Darger fan.

Robot Cat

This morning CVH and I went down to the vendor area of the convention.  As with most convention vendor areas, they had all kinds of stuff, but the most fascinating was the robot cat.  It’s not creepy at all, but rather a pretty nice cat.

Chicago Cats and Dogs

It dawned very cold today in Chicago; below freezing and the wind made it feel even colder.  I planned to spend the morning in the nice warm Field Museum.

Got on the bus to the museum district and sat behind a woman with a nose stud (I will never get used to those) and her young boy.  As we approached Roosevelt street, she turned around and asked me if I knew which street to take to the museum.

“Roosevelt,” I replied.

“Then we should get off here?”

“No, this bus will take you down Roosevelt and drop you off right in front of the museum.”

“Thank you.  This is all new to us.  We’re from Omaha.”

“That’s great,” I said.  Pointing at her young boy, I added, “I’ve been coming to the Field since I was his age and I still love it.” A few moments later, the gigantic Field Museum loomed into view.  She turned around again.

“Is that the museum?”

“Yes.  We will turn right and come up in front of it shortly.”

“Should I pull the cord?”

I nodded.

“This is all new to us,” she repeated.

We got off the bus when it stopped and she saw the sign that said “Soldier Field”.

“What is Soldier Field?”

“Well,” and I pointed, “that’s where they play ball.”  Pointing again in turn, “That’s the Adler Planetarium, that’s the…uh…building where they keep fish…Aquarium!” (Grandpa’s wandered away from the home again, I’m sure she thought.) “And this is the Field Museum.”

“Where do you want to go first?” she asked her boy, and I thought to myself “First? – she doesn’t know what she is getting herself into”, and the boy answered “Field!”.  I told him he would be smarter at the end of today than he is now, and wished them both a good time.

bastetI had a good time, too, just as I knew I would.  I went through the Ancient Egypt exhibit, seeing things I missed last time, like this impressive sculpture of the Cat Goddess Bastet.  Now, there’s a cat you could worship.

malvinaI was also pleased to see that Malvina Hoffman’s great bronze sculptures from the old “Races of Man” exhibit are being placed back on display.  I remember the “Hall of Man” when I was a little kid.  Now they are no longer presented as “racial types” (whatever that was supposed to be), but rather as busts and statutes of individuals and it works very well.  Especially since the Museum does not whitewash the history of the original exhibit.

 After seeing these and many, many other wonderful things, I was hungry.  I wanted a Chicago Dog.chicagodog

I rode the bus back downtown to where I thought I had seen a dog shop, but couldn’t find it.  I was freezing and hungry, so I went into the touristy Rudy’s.  Their Chicago Dog was fussy, not authentic, so I ordered their “Signature Burger” instead.  I asked for it medium.  It arrived, and I took a bite.  It was well done.  “Perhaps they had recently received a visit from an overzealous health inspector,” I thought.  But no, as I worked my way through the burger, it proceeded to medium well, medium, medium rare, and rare, averaging out to medium, after all.  Can’t recommend.  Try the Shake Shack around the corner.

Pizanos-Pizza-and-Pasta-Chicago-7After the conference, CVH wanted a Chicago Pizza.  At first, she didn’t want to fight the traffic north to Pizzeria Uno (or Due) or south to Lou Malnati’s, so she wanted to get a hotel pizza.  I talked her out of that.  I said I would go down to Lou Malnati’s and bring her back one if she didn’t want to leave the room.  She said that would take too long.  So I said I passed a pizza joint inside the loop, let’s give it a try.  I didn’t tell her that it had looked like a touristy joint and was in fact right next to, and related to, the disappointing place I had eaten lunch.  But it was the closest pizzeria.  Turns out that we had a delicious pizza and salad at Pizano’s.  Our waiter had only been working there a few days and was eager to please.