The stories at the breakfast table were full of impossibilities and childish wordplay with two witty and intelligent adversaries, Noah and Mason. I posted a little video on the site of us talking about “Cat Bacon.” We were very happy to have had a home to crash at with hospitable animals and humans alike. We got on the road a little late and since they had stopped ferry service only the day before, we were going to have to drive all the way around Lake Michigan to the other side to get to the Stacy Adams headquarters above Milwaukee. Mike started out driving while I uploaded pictures and charged batteries and ignored all of his requests to help navigate. With the time change to Central Standard we ended up getting to Milwaukee very early and we met Ben at Stacy Adams. Ben gave us the lowdown in the showroom and the warehouse operations. We got to take a look at next year’s models and some prototypes. They really know how to excite me with extravagant, two-tone magnificence.
We got a hold of my old Marine Buddy, Steve and I met his beautiful little daughter, Camille. Man, she is a firecracker and she’s probably going to be a UFC fighter by the time she turns seven! Steve’s Mom is exactly how I remembered her and she cooked up a Filipino feast for us. It was awesome and it was the first time Mike ever had Lumpia and rice noodles.
After dinner we decided to go into Chicago and catch the Swing Band at Green Mill. They were doing radio broadcast which is cool although I thought it was a The place looked like it was a regular hotspot and then it really got slammed since Bob Dylan was playing across the street. After it let out the place was unbearably packed so we split and decided to embark upon our journey on the Mother Road, Route 66.
The rain was cata doxis and we could barely see the lines in the road but we kept pluggin’ down Lake Shore Drive until it met Jackson and the tour began through south Chicago and past industry and slum and quarries until we finally got down to the outskirts and navigated the downpour into Joliet where we were turned away at Harrah’s and then found a Motel 6 and crashed for the night. There were floods everywhere and when we finally got into our room and into beds, I coughed steadily until about 5 am when I thing I determined that I am allergic to the pillow and I wrapped my face in a wet t-shirt and passed out on the other end of the bed. When will this sickness relent?
David AKA “Mister F. Gentle Spirit”
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