Wednesday

From North Park College (I mean University!) on the North side of C-town...

Our ride in was mostly without incident. My pal Pete missed a couple of turns (with the Garmin!), but we arrived in one piece.

The music that they are playing here in the gym for the pre-game warm-up is loud and awful. The kind you hear in a club where everyone who is trying to have a conversation is leaning over to the ear of the person whom they are trying to talk to and screaming, "WHAT DID YOU SAY?"

More cut backs at SB's. We can see a bit of a downturn in service at the Duck Creek store. They've reduced staff to two baristas until 7:30, and any unusual matter will cause a back-up. More stores to close. Those $3 lattes are getting a little dearer.

And there was a story on the wire today about possible legal proceedings by survivors of the Hudson River plane crash. What a surprise.

My pal Roy is headed down to Orlando tomorrow to check out the PGA products convention. Its basically like the computer convention in LV in December. Anything golf has a booth, from clubs, to clothes, to gizmos, to golf adventures. He goes every year. Flying private. Back Saturday or Sunday. A couple of rounds of golf included. And, the real purpose of the trip as far as Mrs. Carver is concerned, in Vero Beach a condo for future use.

My Russian cleaning lady has surfaced, but will not be over to my place until next week. She was gushing over her trip to Italy. And the wine. Let's hear it for the wine.

BCOT