Friday, October 27, 2006

Wrigley Field

In June of 1989, Tomasin, Wallen, Nooter, Moore, Swedberg and I spent a long weekend in Chicago.

The trip included two Chicago Cubs games at Wrigley Field, a Saturday night listening to blues downtown and a Sunday morning wandering along Lake Michigan.

Wrigley field is very cool. Even for the causal baseball fan, it is an experience not to be missed. I also enjoyed the wandering the bars and restaurants in the neighborhood around the ballpark.

Saturday night includes one of my favorite vignettes. We were sitting in the back of one of the clubs listening to blues. At the break, the band and its entourage ended up squeezing into the same space. The drummer set his drumsticks down next to Nooter; he picked them up. The old black drummer quietly reached over and took the drumsticks from Nooter and handed him a different pair to play with...

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