
2008 le Tour de France: July 5th -July 27th
Should be an interesting 3 weeks in July considering that none of the genuine Tour favorites are participating...
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After I'm dead I'd rather have people ask why I have no monument than why I have one. ~Cato the Elder

PRESIDENT’S DAY
Back in Seventeen ninety-six
Is when this Holiday began
For the birthday of ol’ George
At least that was the plan.
It was his last full year
Of his Presidency
Born February twenty-second
Or the Eleventh, ‘cause you see
The old calendar was different
Than the one we use today
And some celebrated one
Some people on the other day.
By the early Nineteenth Century
Celebrated every year
Birthnight Balls were held
Taverns reveled in good cheer.
Public figures gave their speeches
And Receptions given by a few
Then along came ol’ Abe Lincoln
His Birthday in February too.
In Eighteen and sixty-five
The year after Booth’s fatal shot
Both House’s of Congress gathered
For a Memorial and solemn thought.
Not a Federal Holiday like George’s
But legal in more than one State
And then a Resolution was enacted
Back in Nineteen sixty-eight.
They made the third Monday of the month
To make for a three day weekend
To honor Washington and Lincoln
And this story comes to it’s end.
~Del "Abe" Jones~
01-28-2005

Time is a monster that cannot be reasoned with.It was such a beautiful weekend in Chicago. The weather, the scenery, and the company. From the Thursday evening to this afternoon - every moment was wonderful. A late night meal on Division, A trip to IKEA, the man on the sidewalk who exclaimed to Sarah, "You are stunning.", an evening in Wicker Park with a bottle of wine, a few tears, and tons of laughter, a morning nap, a waiter who tried to compliment us as we finished our deep dish pizza, the lady with the hat in the Confession line, the Bean at night, a walk along the Chicago River, the Green Door, Margie's ice cream to-go, an endearing movie, having someone to go to Mass with, chocolate mousse, and raspberry cheesecake...
It responds like a snail to our impatience,
then it races like a gazelle when you can't catch a breath.
-from the movie, Simon Birch