Sunday Stealing

Sunday Stealing:  Firsts

First Job: Babysitting

First Real Job: Secretary

First Favorite Politician: JFK

First Car: Impala

First Record/CD: "Annette" backed with "Hey, Cubby Boy." It was a thick yellow 45 rpm by Jimmy Dodd of the Mousketeers, recorded before I was born. I don't know how I got it. Maybe it came with the record player, which looked like this.

First Sport Played: Tag or kickball.

First Concert: Bobby Sherman at The Auditorium Theater in Chicago

First Foreign Country Visited: Canada

First Favorite TV Show: Batman

First Favorite Actor: Michael Landon

First Favorite Actress: Marlo Thomas

First Girlfriend/Boyfriend: Tommy from across the street. We were going to get married and get a dog. And we would keep her on a leash, not let her run away or get hit by a car. We were in pre-school, and seemed to believe two people had to be married to own a dog.

First Encounter with a Famous Person: When I was about 10, I saw Hawks' star Stan Mikita doing his Christmas shopping in Oak Brook, Illinois.

First Brush With Death: I know my mother was very upset when I told her how I "fixed" the broken plug by prying the broken prong out of the socket with a pen. I got a stern talking to about electricity.

First House/Condo Owned: This one

First Film Seen: Mary Poppins

First Favorite Recording Artist: The Lads from Liverpool

First Favorite Radio Station: The Big 89, WLS

First Book I Remember Reading: Abraham Lincoln by Ingri and Edgar Parin D'Aulaire.



First Meme You Answered on Your Blog: Here's the first Thursday Thirteen I ever did, 9 years ago.

From one part of town to the other

Last night I took John out to dinner for his birthday. It was a pleasant, low-key evening at Harry Caray's 7th Inning Stretch. We had artichoke/spinach dip and caught up, then we had our entrees and watched the game.

John was a little out of it, which I admit here I resented. He partied way, way too much Friday night and was still experiencing the after effects at 5:00 Saturday. This shows a lack of respect for our time together, and for his health. He is, after all, 62 years old and he can't party like he did when he was 25. But since we were celebrating his birthday, I kept my frustration to myself. I didn't want to spoil our evening and besides, he refrained from drinking during our meal. That shows he understands, on some level, that he has to learn when to say when.

After dinner, I had about an hour until my train home. I didn't want to spend the money for a Lyft or Uber home, so I trekked it. From Water Tower Place to Ogilvy Transportation Center is about a mile and a half. It was a pretty, warm night, and I enjoyed the city scenes. Near Water Tower you find lots of tourists, and it was neat to hear all those different languages being spoken. Then I got to the River Walk. Oh, but it's gorgeous! And busy! People at the riverfront cafes, sipping wine. People kayaking, with those little lights on the back to make them visible on the night water.

As I walked, this recording -- a favorite of Sir Paul's -- kept me company.





Got in my front door at 11:00 PM, ready for bed. I didn't take any photos yesterday, didn't "check in" anywhere on Facebook. I don't know why, really. I just wanted to enjoy the moment, rather than immortalize it.