Death Pool Update – Harry Morgan 1915-2011
Harry Morgan dead at 96. Four points hardly seems worth it? I guess you gotta take what you can get.
MY NAME IS CHIP. WEIRD SHIT JUST SORTA HAPPENS TO ME. THIS IS A SOME OF THAT SHIT.
Harry Morgan dead at 96. Four points hardly seems worth it? I guess you gotta take what you can get.
It’s been just over two years since I’ve made the move from my roots on the near south side of Chicago, a neighborhood called Bridgeport, to the trendy northwest side area called Bucktown. I’ve always loved where I grew up but seeing that I do stand-up a few times a week and all of the showcase rooms and open mics are up north, it only made sense for me to move closer to the action. And while much is made of the great dichotomy between these two city halves, they’re not that different. Not now in 2006. You want to hit a great restaurant? Hit either side. Baseball fan? Either or. Blues music? Both. Irish bars? Shit, you can go east and find an Irish bar. Beautiful parks? Condo for a half-mil.? Starbucks? Head either direction from downtown. There really wasn’t that much I had to get used to when I moved up north. Except the names. You just can’t find a Gerks in Bucktown.
While I was on my Far East visit to see Felix in Japan, needless to say, we spent far too much time pouring sake down our throats. He was living there teaching conversational English to Japanese business people and when I was in town, his students wanted to take the round-eyed American to dinner.
Getting props from the one and only Coach Benjamin Wade for the Survivor Recap. My life is complete. Boom! Welcome to the Terrordome!