A Facebook Moment
I haven't been back to Bensenville my hometown for several years. From reports on Facebook the airport is swallowing up parts of the town, Spiroff's hotdog stand is very fondly remembered along with more than a few other fast food joints before McDonalds and Starbucks.
Sal Garcia who I never met also made a rather profound comment. He thought there were a lot of bars in the town. I would have to agree. I'm also somewhat relieved that I don't live in B'ville any more. I think I would be able to really like a corner bar with cold beer, with parlay cards and more or less familiar faces. There really aren't dives in South Miami like the dives in Bensenville are or were. I might have become a regular at Jerry's, Del's, The Three J's or another tavern that lined Irving Park between Bensenville and Wood Dale. My Icelandic heritage is laced with little drinking games invented by uncles who thought it was fun to see how many taverns they could stop at on Irving on their way to visit Ingi and Susie on the weekend. Times change.
Maybe it is because I'm older, drink beer differently, go to bed earlier, don't enjoy hangovers as much as I used to. On the other hand, I agree with Brother Epp who said "because without beer things do not seem to go as well".
On a slightly different track, FB reminded me of a birthday this week of a friend that passed a few months ago. I'm not really sure about posting on his timeline. When his birthday reminder showed up on my homepage it was a reminder that whether you like it or not you are probably out there forever and ever unless you figure out a way to erase your electronic footprint.
Sal Garcia who I never met also made a rather profound comment. He thought there were a lot of bars in the town. I would have to agree. I'm also somewhat relieved that I don't live in B'ville any more. I think I would be able to really like a corner bar with cold beer, with parlay cards and more or less familiar faces. There really aren't dives in South Miami like the dives in Bensenville are or were. I might have become a regular at Jerry's, Del's, The Three J's or another tavern that lined Irving Park between Bensenville and Wood Dale. My Icelandic heritage is laced with little drinking games invented by uncles who thought it was fun to see how many taverns they could stop at on Irving on their way to visit Ingi and Susie on the weekend. Times change.
Maybe it is because I'm older, drink beer differently, go to bed earlier, don't enjoy hangovers as much as I used to. On the other hand, I agree with Brother Epp who said "because without beer things do not seem to go as well".
On a slightly different track, FB reminded me of a birthday this week of a friend that passed a few months ago. I'm not really sure about posting on his timeline. When his birthday reminder showed up on my homepage it was a reminder that whether you like it or not you are probably out there forever and ever unless you figure out a way to erase your electronic footprint.
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