The New Tomorrow

A few weeks ago, it was reported that Disney is making preparations to once again revamp Tomorrowland and turn it into Star Wars Land. The Star Wars lover in me hit the roof with excitement, while the deep, deep rooted lover of Disneyland started to cry. To really work through the huge disparity of emotions I felt upon hearing this news, I’ll have to take a brief look at each of the warring fandoms that threaten to tear me dramatically in twain.

Hey Daddy, is the old Tomorrowland gonna be in here?

My girls were hoping The White Rabbit was at home:)

4 Months and Beyond

I’ve been a resident of California my entire life. My mom grew up in Pasadena, California, and because of the close proximity to Disneyland, she grew up going to Disneyland at least once a year. Fast forward a couple decades to 1979. I was four months old when my parents took me to Disneyland for the first time. Granted, I don’t have a single memory available from that first visit, but my parents continued to make the drive from the Bay Area to Disneyland every summer thereafter.

I have several very fond memories around Disneyland as a child. I remember my siblings and I sitting up late, no sooner than month before we were scheduled to make the trek, pouring over last year’s Disneyland map and plotting out what we would do first, and discussing at great length what worked well the year before and what didn’t. Even geekier than that, we would even sing our favorite songs from certain rides, attempt to recite the Spanish warning phrase instructing us to “remain seated please,” and of course, seeing who could say the Thunder Mountain Railroad intro the fastest. If memory serves, I won.

As adults, that feeling of being a kid in a place of constant joy, music and fun is still part of who we are. My brother takes his son almost every year, usually around his birthday. Lucky for them his birthday is near Halloween, so they’ve been able to do Mickey’s Halloween Party, and of course, ride the Haunted Mansion Halloween style.

I’ve not only had the joy of passing my families tradition to my wife, but after years of showing her “the Carr way to do Disneyland” we’ve not only carved our own style to tackling the two parks, but started several new traditions with our first daughter, and now with our youngest as well. I’m not ashamed to admit that one of my new favorite family traditions is the Princess Lunch at Ariel’s Grotto in California Adventure. Seeing my girls’ faces light up when Cinderella, Snow White and the rest of their favorite princesses stop at our table, all but makes the sometimes difficult journey from Fort Bragg beyond worth it. Being able to sip on a ice cold IPA is another bonus to this meal.

It's not everyday Belle drops by while your eating lunch.

Belle dropping by during lunch

Another one of our favorite family traditions is to take our pictures as Star Wars characters. Yes, the cheesy digital “facelift” of new and traditional Star Wars images with our faces Photoshopped in. I’m still waiting for the day when my girls get over their fears and watch the Star Wars films with me. (My oldest is even too scared to watch an entire episode of The Clone Wars!) Only then will they be ready to make their geeky father proud on stage at Tomorrowland’s Jedi Academy.



For the Love of the Wars

My love for Star Wars hasn’t been as ever-present as my connection to Disneyland but it’s pretty damn close. I remember seeing The Empire Strikes Back at my grandmother’s house when I was five or six years old. One of my first memories was the scene where Yoda is giving sage advice to a young, stubborn Luke Skywalker. From that point on I was sold. I’ve made my love of Star Wars part of who I am. Although I didn’t own many Star Wars toys, every day I’d go to my neighbors house and play with his massive collection. I was so jealous of his Millennium Falcon toy carry case and countless action figures. Not too long after I got a Nintendo, so I eventually got to see his face wrinkled in jealousy.

Like most other Star Wars fans, I waited in line for the midnight showings for the prequels and re-releases of the original trilogy, I get several Star Wars collectibles and toys for Christmas each year, I’ve listened to almost every unabridged Star Wars Audiobook, and I have played just about every Star Wars video game ever created. Currently I spend my nights playing Star Wars: The Old Republic. Although I no longer write for them on a consistent basis, I’m one of the longest running contributors to, and help them cover community events near the Bay Area and San Diego Comic-Con.

Changing Tomorrow

When I heard that Disney was going to revamp my favorite land in the park, at first I was stoked. The ever hungry Star Wars fiend within was more than ready to consume more from the a galaxy far, far away.

Then, I started to think about what that meant. What people are forgetting is that there will be no more Tomorrowland! I’ve watched that land change several times over the years. Off the top of my head: The re-imagining of Space mountain, the removal and return of Captain EO, decommissioning the Skyway to Fantasyland and the People Movers, and of course, the overhauling of Star Tours.


The kids fell asleep, so I soloed Star Tours…twice.

It’s this last point I want to address because it directly relates to how I anticipate feeling when Tomorrowland becomes Star Wars Land. When I heard that Disney was going to change Star Tours I immediately felt upset. Not only was I going to miss the ride completely during the construction period, but changing the ride meant changing the nostalgic feelings that go hand in hand with visiting the park every year. For me, a huge part of my yearly visits to Disneyland are that many of the things I love have never changed. The Jungle Cruise, The Haunted Mansion, and Splash Mountain have seen few if any changes since I was a kid. When I ride these attractions, I feel fully engrossed in how the child version of me felt the first time I rode it.

As most Star Wars fans know, the franchise seems to be synonymous with change. At least in the hands of George Lucas. When the new Star Tours ride debuted, I felt a mixture of “Whohoo that was awesome!” with “Aww what happened to Pee Wee Herman?” I knew the original ride by heart, and this new one changes every time. After a couple years I got over my nostalgia and fully embraced the awesome that is the new Star Tours attraction.

As far as the changes to Tomorrowland, I imagine my ability to walk through the Millennium Falcon, and ride speederbikes instead of Autopia cars will out weigh the part of me holding onto the Tomorrowland I’ve always known…eventually. I still have years to enjoy the most recent incarnation of Tomorrowland so hopefully, with this much time to let change sink in, I’ll be ready to get my Star Wars on for real in 2017.

The 4th of July 2012

The 4th in Fort Bragg is always fun. For small business owners it’s not the best day for sales, as most shops in town close, and everyone heads to Mendocino for the parade. This year it fell in the middle of the week, so closing Pippi’s wasn’t a terrible decision.

Jeremy and Danielle came into town for a visit and we had a blast. There was less nudity in the parade compared to years past, but watching people who have never seen the event before is thoroughly entertaining.


Just one example of the strange floats in the parade. The dog lifts its leg and pees on the guy dressed as a fire hydrant.

When I started packing up beer and wine for the parade, Danielle was concerned. When we got there, and she saw that everyone was drinking on the street, I promptly poured her a glass of wine. Nothing like having a drink with great friends, on the street watching insanely off-the-wall floats pass by. End the day with a small barbeque at our house rounded out an amazing holiday.

Happy 4th everyone!


I seem to have a Star Wars shirt for every occasion.


The newly engaged, and his best man.



Every fire house within a 50 mile radius is represented in the parade. Hope there’s never a fire on the 4th!


Rowan making fruit kabobs for the BBQ.


This guy yells “Root Beer” at the top of his lungs while helpers pass it out behind him. He sings too. Be thankful you didn’t hear it.


This is about as scandalous as it got this year.



This “pigeon” shows up for every parade without signing up. The white stuff on the street is the “poop” it leaves behind. WTF?



Grubbing on some Q.


The kids love Jeremy of course


No idea he could even read!:)


Apparently size matters.


Your guess is as good as mine.


Just one of many protest floats


Painting in the yard on the 5th. An artist just like her mom.

Which Way to the Beach?


This way to the beach…right?

When I was a kid, my parents took me and my siblings camping at least once or twice a summer. We had our favorite campgrounds, Yosemite included, so during a particularly awesome summer, (my parents having more time off, or more money, or both) we would camp three, maybe four times a year.

Now that I have my own kids, camping is not the worry free, work free, let’s play, play, play until we pass out kind of trip. Still, I could be at home participating in the norm. I’ll take a sunny day in Big Sur with my family any day.

The wife planned a trip about six months ago to one of my favorite places in the world: Big Sur. My parents have been wanting to camp with us the last couple of years, so this year it all worked out. Me and the girls, my parents, my brother and my nephew all made the long trek to the Big Sur Coast.

When you become an “upstanding” adult with a career and such, sometimes you just need to spend time with your family. Not just your wife and kids, but with your parents and siblings. I’m not talking about just going out to dinner one night, or meeting at grandma’s house for Christmas, but out and away from technology, electricity, and our stupidly comfortable Flobeds. This trip was just what we all needed. I got to reconnect with my parents and my brother, the kids got to see their cousin and play constantly for days, and there were no distractions, deadlines, or general life chaos to deal with. That said, there were a couple of real life intrusions while we were gone nearly a week. For me, there was a nagging desire to log into Star Wars: The Old Republic to check out Game Update 1.3 that went live last Tuesday, but the most noteworthy was my bartending, college graduate of a little brother getting the job offer call from Lockheed Martin he’s been waiting patiently for what seems like forever. I’m so very proud of my brother for maintaining his persistence, and his hope for a “real” career. I wish him the best of luck.


Grats little bro! We are so proud.


Great to camp with the parental units again.

There will be many, many pictures to follow, but overall it was an amazing trip, and although traveling with a one year old and a three year old is just plain silly sometimes, my little clan of beautiful ladies and I needed a break from the norm that is summertime and small business ownership in Fort Bragg, CA. After a nearly 12 hour journey home during crazy rush hour traffic on a Friday before the 4th of July, we got home physically dirtier but ready for a clean start to our summer together.


So here’s Zoey…


And heeeeeeeeeeeeeere’s Rowan!!


Instead of cheese, Zoey’s goes ahhhh like she’s at the doctor getting her throat checked. Cute is one way to put it.


Zoey is pretty attached to her Uncle Seanie.


One of many “tumbles” down a slight incline Zoey would have during the week.


No idea what time it is, but the girls are finally sleep!


Motherly beauty on the beach


So it’s not a toboggan in the snow, but it’ll do.


Even a short hike up a large boulder is an accomplishment when you’re three years old.


Cousins hanging out in the sun.


It was my dad’s birthday while we were there. 6 weeks after foot surgery and a “mile” long hike to the beach, he deserved a brew. Happy birthday Pops!


Julia Pfeiffer day hike to the falls. Don’t worry Zoey’s on my back:)


Dinner at Big Sur Bakery took a while, so I took the kids for a “run.” The pizza was phenomenal as usual.


The “phone” game with Uncle Sean


It was windy, but still a nice lunch on the beach.



Turns out there is a beach that you don’t have to walk a mile to see. Who knew! Still windy though.


Yeah, yeah we all love Uncle Sean…


It’s 6am, but a closed tent isn’t stopping them.


Oh yeah, Auntie Gianna made the trip for a day as well!


I know we’ve had a couple beers , but which way is the frakin’ beach?





Okay wife, the hammock you bought came in very handy.


Roe’s new favorite imaginative game. “Driving cars” with Pops:)

Busy, Busy – Part Two: Zoey’s First Birthday

Although the frequency with which I speak to my parents has decreased since Zoey’s birth, it’s visits like this that remind me that regardless of the distance, and time spent on the phone, my family’s connection will always be strong. I love my family, and I love my friends.

We celebrated Zoey’s 1st birthday (June 10th) with my parents the weekend before. We headed to Bay Area to attend Jeremy’s and Danielle’s engagement party, and later that night we barbequed and hung out with my parents, my girls, my brother and my nephew.

I often regret how far I live from my parents. It’s weekends like these that I cherish most when I’m away from my parents for what can be months at a time. Although we spend so much time apart, and not as much time on the phone catching up, when we all get together again, it’s like we’ve only been apart a few days.


Grandma made cupcakes. No Zoey, you don’t get all of them.


She did pretty well with the one cupcake though


Hard to tell with the face my dad’s making, but they were stoked to celebrate for Zoey a week early.

The next weekend, we had a small birthday party at the house for Zoey. The girls’ friends and parents came over and we watched the kids play, fight to open Zoey’s gifts and eat cupcakes. It was yet another great day with friends. I still can’t believe Zoeys already one. Time is moving at a pace I fear I will never be able to keep up with. Enjoy the pics, and happy birthday Zoey Mae!




More cupcakes!


Somewhere in there are gifts for Zoey




A new pack just like Rowan’s.

Busy, Busy – Part One: Jeremy’s Engagement Party

Me, the girls, and the eclipse.

Those who know me well enough, know that I would do anything for my friends and family. Sure, I’ve missed a few events, and a few get-togethers, but I’ve made the ones that matter most to them…I think.

The last few weeks have been crazy busy. As the school year ends everything becomes at least twice as stressful. My patience with my kids, my wife, and my students becomes shorter the closer I get to graduation. Other things go by the wayside as well. My ability to write for TORWars consistently was the most frustrating. This week I hope to carve chunks of writing time each day. Not only to keep up with the game I love, and the website that I love writing for, but also to get back to what I’m doing now.

With my second batch of seniors graduating and venturing into the great wide world beyond, I finally have to time to share with you a few of the things I was somehow able to do with my friends and family despite the chaos that is teaching seniors at the end of the school year.

Part 1: The Engagement Party

One of my best friends got engaged a few months ago. I couldn’t be happier for him and his fiance Danielle. When he asked me to be his best man, honored is only one of the feelings I had. I’m so proud of him, and can’t wait to stand at his side on his big day.

The wife and I were of course invited to their engagement party and ventured out of Fort Bragg the night before and stayed with my parents. My mom doesn’t get to see her grandkids very often considering we live about four and a half hours away. My mom, dad and brother, were more than happy to hang out with the girls while we helped Jeremy and Danielle set up for their big day.

Not having to be parents at the party was weird. Not only was I able to have conversations with amazing new people, but I could actually look them in the eye, and truly connect rather than constantly darting my eyes around the yard hoping my girls are okay, not getting into trouble, and all of the other dad-on-duty tasks.

We had a blast with the wedding party giving Jeremy a hard time, and laughing constantly with Danielle’s family. Kate and I haven’t had that much fun childless in a long time. I love my girls, but I think every couple needs that reconnect time with their spouse. This means a break from the parenting norm, having a few drinks with good friends, and doing those little things like holding hands, and putting our arms around each other, that happen so rarely when the kids are there.

Halfway through writing this I realized that I took no pictures during the party. I was clearly having to much fun. Instead, I stole most of these from Jeremy’s Facebook page. There are dozens and dozens more there if you want to check it out. Enjoy, and Part 2: Zoey’s 1st Birthday, is on the way soon.


Jeremy and the groomsmen.


The recently engaged couple.



As good as it looks, we weren’t done setting up yet.


Can you go wrong with a cupcake tower?


I’m trying to train Jeremy in the delicate art of listening to your woman:)


Me hoping what she’s looking for is actually in that bag!


Nearing the end of a great party…for us anyway. Had to go to back to being parents at some point.

If the engagement party is any indicator, the wedding’s going to be amazing. Congrats guys!

Congrats and thanks for a great day Jeremy and Danielle! Let’s fast forward to the bachelor party!

1st Day of Summer

The Saturday after graduation is trip. Last year, Zoey was only a few days old, so needless to say, last year wasn’t quite the same as this year. It took most of the morning to realize that Monday would not be the start of another work week.

After Zoey’s nap we grabbed the annual pass to the botanical garden gifted to us by my father-in-law packed up the dog and a picnic and went for a walk. It was a perfect day for it and a perfect way to reconnect with my girls.

I guess I took a few photos!


At least she wearing the hat. Not correctly but it’s on nonetheless.


Me n the wife.


The girls rolling out.


Rowan riding the “waves.”



Zoey got a little distracted.



Rocks painted to look like eggs in a fairy garden. They won’t want to leave.


Daggett is stoked to be hanging with us.




Whoever though of this is brilliant.


Rowan telling us all about the fairy garden


Father’s Day 2012

Father’s Day is not Mother’s Day. The latter is a day where you treat the mother in your life to whatever she wants as a family. This year, the girls and I went to the garden store with Kate, let her pick out stuff to plant, then we spent the rest of the day in the yard helping her garden. In reality I chased the girls while Kate worked, but it worked out very well.

My wife asked me a couple of weeks ago if I wanted to play golf on Father’s Day. My first thought was that she was totally messing with me, and as soon as I said yes, she’d throw her head back, laugh and say we were doing something as a family or with the in-laws. Don’t get me wrong, all of that would’ve been just fine. In fact, we went to the in-laws for dinner anyway. The point is that this year I was encouraged to be selfish and spend the day on the course with many other Little River Men’s Club guys celebrating the day the same exact way; a beautiful day, and 18 holes of golf.


You can’t see it, but there are several birdie putts waiting on the 2nd green.


A beautiful day for a stroll.


Dewey and I cooked at the in-laws this year. We grubbed:)


Dewey didn’t last long after dinner.


My father’s day gift from the in-laws. Win!

Rowan & Pops Hit the Course

Driving the golf cart with Pops

In a futile attempt to watch Star Wars: Attack of the Clones, I passed out on the couch around 1AM last night. I awoke to Rowan yelling at the dog. Realizing it was still dark, and the dog was still outside of his crate, I figured it was around 3AM or so. Turns out it was 5:25AM. Even though my plan was to play my usual crack-of-dawn, Saturday morning round of golf, I had planned on taking advantage of the fact I didn’t have to to to work, figuring I’d get to “sleep in” until 6:45 or so, then head out. All week Rowan has been waking up around 7AM, so I thought, with a little coaxing, she’d go back to sleep. After 20 minutes of “I don’t want to go to sleep!” and “I’m not tired!” I gave up.

The wife suggested I take Roe to Little River with me. At first I thought this was crazy. I mean, how the heck was I supposed to watch a toddler and play golf? After working somewhere around 60 hours every week, I look forward to my solo time on the course Saturday mornings. I usually play pretty well by myself, and it’s early enough in the day that it’s no problem getting home in time for the rest family day.

After giving it a little thought, I decided to take Rowan with me. Sure, I wouldn’t be able to play 18 holes (I’d be lucky to get in 9), and I’d have to pay for a cart (I usually walk), pack hella snacks for Roe, and try to swing a club with the constant stream of words exiting my daughter’s mouth, but maybe we’d have some fun. I’m so glad that I decided to take her; we had a blast!

On the way to the course, we stopped to get doughnuts and an Odwalla drink for Roe at Safeway. I’m currently on a diet, so I only got one doughnut. (This is a bigger deal than it sounds. I usually get three!) Of course, Roe had to have the frosted doughnut with pink sprinkles. She only eats the frosting and the sprinkles, but it’s her favorite special treat when she’s with me.

Why eat the doughnut, when the frosting and sprinkles taste a million times better.

Around 7:15 we finally got to the course. Kathy was working, and she informed me that I really can’t have Rowan out on the course with me. Insurance issues or something like that. She let us go out anyway, seeing as the course was completely empty, and likely to stay that way considering the greens were recently sanded.

For the first few holes, Rowan asked random questions while eating her sugary breakfast, and I played mediocre golf. The sand on the greens didn’t help. I ended up shooting 42, so it wasn’t too bad. My driver was on point today for a change, and I managed to pull off a nice draw with my irons. I hadn’t played since the Abalone Invitational two weeks ago, and it felt good hitting the ball well after embarrassing myself in the biggest Little River Men’s Club Event of the year.

I really turned it up near the end with a birdie on 18, (I played the back nine) and wouldn’t have minded playing the front to get a nice mid to low 80s score for 18 holes. But, by the seventh hole Roe started asking if we were going home soon, so I called it a day after nine holes.

Overall, it was one of the better mornings I’ve had after an early morning wake-up call from Rowan. Hopefully, I’ll get to sleep until 7AM tomorrow, but that seems a little far-fetched. Below are more pics from our little golf outing. Hopefully I can convince the Golf Club to let me take Roe again before the weather turns, since she had so much fun hanging with her pops. I realized today how much I miss seeing her during the day.

Chillin' with Pops in the cart.


Nice shot Daddy!


What did you do to the grass?

Her face is just too funny here.

This left for birdie on 13, but the sand will force a 3 putt:(

Ready to drive already!

Yes, I did let her out of the cart.

"Hi turkeys, have fun at your home!" Yeah, she really said that.

What a great caddie

Nice birdie Pops!

Home-Birth 2.0

Many of you who were ‘fortunate’ enough to hear me retell the story of Rowan’s home-birth a little over two years ago, know I was beaming with admiration for my truly heroic wife. For 12 hours, Katie was able to move her consciousness inward and breathe through countless contractions with little more than a few low moans. (Minor disclaimer, I originally wrote this on my phone to hide my writing ways from Kate, and then transferred it. There are a lot of minor glitches, but time is money or something like that. Not my normal level of quality, but I appreciate your understanding.)
Her second home-birth attempt, this past Thursday evening and into Friday morning, was no exception to how amazing my wife truly is.
I got the call around 10 that all signs were pointing toward labor within 24 hours. Needless to say, it was tough to get through my last truly important work day. My seniors were presenting their senior projects at 1pm and I was one of the head judges. It would have been okay had I left early, but I felt I needed to be there when it was over to congratulate all my amazingly talented seniors who worked silly hard all year. On top of that, it was Thursday so that meant I had to post a feature length article on In true Katie fashion, she conveniently waited until I posted my article and finally got home at around 5pm to start the hard part. Well, hard for me. Katie seems to be able to not only handle the pain that comes with contractions and of course, the hard pushing at the end, but she handles it in a way that I know I never could. She never complains, never slips into the television/movie cliche of barking out orders, hitting, or breaking limbs. She simply requests minor things and pukes a few times. Basically, I worriedly followed her around the house, catching puke, heating up water, and holding her up as she bore down and pushed.


When it came time to push, things were a little different than they were with Rowan. I noticed right away that this time pushing was harder for Kate. It took a little longer and the first few attempts didn’t result in much. Once she got into the rhythm and the feel of pushing again, the process started to speed up. I was just stoked when our little baby Zoey’s head made it’s way into the world for the first time! Then things got a little scary. Carla, our midwife, noticed it first. Zoey’s cord was wrapped around her so that it made it nearly impossible for Kate to push her the rest of the way in the position she was in. I could hear a slight nervousness in Carla’s voice (as if it wasn’t hard enough for me to keep it together!). Did I mention that Carla is my hero? She never faltered, just ordered me into action. She needed a better angle to help ‘guide’ the baby free from her corded prison. Before I knew it, I was hoisting Kate up onto the bed. Scissors appeared in Carla’s hands as she attempted to cut the cord that I swear was wrapped around my half-born daughter’s purple neck. Carla quickly abandoned that idea and we both urged Kate to push. Carla tugged at Zoey, Kate pushed, and I tried to keep my heart from bursting from my chest. In what seemed like 15 minutes, (likely it was 15-20 seconds), Zoey was free! Another 20 minutes later, (again, probably more like 4 seconds), she cried for the first time. Kate had no idea at the time, but I swear I was gonna lose it waiting for that moment.
The point of this post is to praise my wife for what I can only categorize as a goddess-like achievement. I don’t know how any woman does it in a hospital with lots of lovely drugs to ease the pain we men will never know, let alone at home with no awesome drugs and only a birth partner whispering “you can do it” over and over again in her ear. My wife is a rare birthing talent if I do say so so myself. Crazy bias aside, I truly appreciate want she’s been through and now it’s my turn to take care of all three of my girls. Enjoy some of the random before and after photos that follow. There is also a sweet video of Rowan first meeting her little sister Zoey.

Rowan meeting Zoey for the first time

3rd Time in the Chi

The first time I went to Chicago I had a blast. Sure, I was young, childless, committed but not married, and had little in the way of soul-crushing responsibilities. A couple weeks ago, I went back. The main reason was to support my sister as she defended her thesis and earned her PhD. At your leisure you can pop over to my previous post here, detailing all my proud sisterly love.

Ridiculous travel times aside, I had an amazing trip. I got to finally catch up with my buddy Jeff, and met his girl Quince. It bums me out sometimes having my friends so far away. The upside is that it gives me future excuses to journey to distant cities. Jeff’s next destination is Dallas, so at some point in coming years I’ll be having a brew in a badass Dallas pub. Jeff even rode the train with me back to the airport. That’s a true friend!

I took way to many pictures on the trip to Chicago, but I really do like that city. If I considered myself a big city guy, I’d consider Chi Town. My sister lives downtown, so everything is a short train or taxi ride away. Speaking of which, on the way to a cool little club in a taxi, I swear we were going to die. It’s hard to imagine driving in a city like Chicago, let alone driving a taxi in a city like Chicago. The driver, at one point, was driving 60mph! No, it wasn’t on a highway. There were streetlights and everything.

Check out all the pictures I took below.

The tavern downstairs and across the street from Jane’s place. Great spot to hang, and I tried a new beer!

The view from Jane’s balcony.

There were like three of these trucks. We never figured out where or what was being filmed.

Navy Pier

My yacht…no, it’s not:(

I blew this pic up because, if you look closely, under mixed drinks in a drink called ‘Horny Goat’. Wish I had tried it.

Seems a little extreme…right?

Harry Caray’s

Jeff and Quince posing with my and my dad. It was great catching up!

This was around 2am at the club. Apparently, I had something on my face. Thanks Sean!

It’s late. Jane’s friends may be a little “tired”

These next few pics were sent by my wife Kate while I was gone…

Roe wearing the cute little outfit Uncle Don bought her

Kaya, Row and Kate making dinner

Happy face

Sad face

Eleven City Diner. What an awesome place to grub. Gotta eat there if you’re in Chicago

This was my omelet. It was just phenomenal!!

The gift shop at Eleven City was just sweet! (get it?) There was a ton of old school candy and gum like Bazooka. I had to buy a t-shirt and pint class.

These building were under construction last time I was there. Wow…

Soldier Field from a distance

A crazy huge demonstration downtown. Everything is always bigger in the city.

Crazy cool statues

Either the lion is HUGE or Jr. is shrinking.

Don’t give that look sis…I mean Dr. Sis

Uncle Don’s not sure which way to go…again.

I love all the artwork in Chicago. This is one of two huge stone blocks with digital faces looking at each other. Creepy, cool and a little weird. Just my style.

That silver bean thing in the background was also under construction last I saw it. Once the quinceanera moved on, we got a much closer look.


This is actually our reflection

Views from inside

Pretty cool idea.

My mom is notorious for giving cask to the less fortunate.

My last meal at Midway airport before my flight home. Sadly, I took too long and my plane was about to leave without me! Oops.

Dragon on the Ledge