Two Hoosegows

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I don't remember anything about last Thursday. It is not because I was all fucked up man or anything like that. I just can't remember it...at all. That's why I do this blog, so I don't forget my life.

Everyone else will forget it, why should I?

I love my life.

Presumably last Thursday wasn't bad or forgettable. I just can't remember it.

Friday was Family Movie Night and it was Alex's choice. Scooby Doo 2. We also watched a lot of the Hawks game because there will not be another game until next Thursday.

I better not forget that.

Saturday morning was spent with bills and writing. Trying to get MOI snail mail packages together...but I was pretty distracted. I may have a big car expenditure in my future and it affects my ability to write with a clear head. It will also put OKB mixdowns and overdubs behind. Dammmit.

bD did not practice the last week of Oct and things do not look good for the 1st week of Nov. More on that later

Trick or Treating for Alex and Finn! They had fun. Alex, Kim, Cookie and I had a camp out in the living room. Originally Alex and I were going to watch the World Series or USC vs. the Ducks while an exhausted mom and Cookie slept. But while we watched the World Series, the boy said, "Can we watch the real World Series where the White Sox beat the Astros in Game 4."

He loves when Juan Uribe dives into the crowd for the 2nd to last out.

I got a little teary-eyed when the boy asked.

I still can't believe the WhiteSOX won...almost five years later and it still brings me joy to remember Oct 26, 2005.

I guess it is just over four years later not almost five.

My mullet is weighing down my brain.

Sorry mullets.

Sunday was T's confirmation. Kim was her sponsor. Biship Imesch presided. He confirmed me back in the day.

NOT THAT YOU SICK BASTARDS!

Last week, Alex and I drove to Crest Hill to pick up Kim from Cousin Mike's house after the rehearsal. We passed Stateville and I showed him the cemetery for prisoners. I don't think he was scared straight...just weirded out, but he's a good boy and doesn't need to be scared straight.

On the Sunday of the confirmation we went to St. Joe's in Joliet by way of Lockport and Collins St. We passed the old Joliet Correctional Center (the one from the beginning of the Blues Brothers)

After seeing two hoosegows in two weeks, Alex said, "There are a lot of prisons in this town."

I said, "It's a bad town son. A bad bad town."

Fun time at Cousin Mike's place. Great party put on by Joan and I was happy to spend time with my Aunt Connie and Uncle George. Alex loves his Cousin T and they hung out most of the afternoon. T and I busted out some guitars and she played Highway to Hell, while I joined her on That's All Right Mama and Going to California. She is a swell kid. My cousin and his wife are fantastic parents and they inspire me.

Ate too fucking much but it was all worth it.

On the way back to DeKalb Alex said he was going to do mouth guitar to the entire Born to Run record because he wanted to be awake and spend time with Cookie when he got home. A few times I asked if I could interrupt his mouth guitar marathon to check on the World Series. He thanked me. When we pulled in the driveway he told Kim, "Mom, I can't feel my lips." Then he ran in and hugged the chihuahua.

It was a nice gesture. A little weird...but a nice gesture nonetheless.