To The Tardis We're Going To 1988

I have been meaning to write about snap shots in my life for a long time. Thinking about time and years as they passed makes me feel like I missed many moments of importance and would give anything to get those moments back. Hence my tardis.

I don't promise to write about these in order or even to write about them at all. The Doctor doesn't travel in only one direction in time and neither will I.

Here are the important years: 1977, 1978, 1981, 1982, 1983, 1986, 1987, 1988, 1990, 1993, 1995, 1996, 1997, 1998, 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2006, 2007
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1988

Back in 1988, 6 weeks before we got married Dcup and I make a trip to Chicago for a visit. It was the only time we went to the 3rd of July concert and fireworks in Grant Park. Although, we did take the babyish dancer to the Taste of Chicago to see Poi Dog Pondering and to get Frank Thomas' and Ozzie Guillen's autograph in 1995.

The night we went to the concert we had some friends with us from Indiana. They would have been more comfortable visiting our current home at the corner of Nowhere and No place in Georgia than in the 100,000 person crowd on Chicago's Lake Front.

The night was a disaster. Dcup twisted her ankle and our friend was so frightened she could not pee. She waited in line at the porta-potty for 10 minutes and once she was in there it crawled back-up like she was a sober man peeing in a trough at Wrigley Field.

The capper, my mother would not let us sleep in the same room and she held the key to the chastity belt.