Thursday, November 30, 2006

Sharon (300/365)

Sharon: Dan was insanely jealous of you. Didn't understand. I arrived greenly naive to the Mundelein sub-culture. And even though I wasn't, you still persisted. Later it became crystal clear, RE: the crazy immature games you were playing, but back then I was dumbly oblivious.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Pat (299/365)

Pat A.: Played Risk in all night dorm room marathons at Campion Hall where absolutely no beer or alcohol was consumed. Definitely not on Jesuit property. Honest Father. That smell ? Why that's coming from next door. The BVM's must be burning leaves and/or their bras again.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Dawn (298/365)

Dawn G.: Filled some pretty significant voids in each other's lives. But too soon a new job to a new city, a new baby on the way and our roots not deep enough to withstand the impact has shriveled to an annual card with family photo.

Monday, November 27, 2006

Jimmy (297/365)

Jimmy S.: Spent hours under elm trees talking or not. Showed me that in all bad things can come some good. At four his was the greatest of losses. His shining eyes and beautiful freckles masked the horrible pain and guilt that framed his early years.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Lady MacGyver (296/365)

Lady MacGyver: Spent five minutes together in an alley. I'll never forget her R.A.O.K.. Discovered me and my two young sons stranded; one of the wheels popped off our stroller. Slipped out a comb, popped it into place and vanished before I could shout thank-you twice.

Saturday, November 25, 2006

Harland (295/365)

Harland S.: I was seven when I met the Colonel. We rehearsed and rehearsed until we got the bucket passing just right. As soon as it was perfected, he showed up, exclaimed "Finger Lickin' Good", the commercial was shot and then he and his goatee vanished.

Friday, November 24, 2006

Imogene (294/365)

Imogene: Spinster-in-law great-aunt who I believed was so old, it was as if she could drop dead at any moment. For a spell, I constantly braced myself for her death, practicing little made-up rituals using candles and meditation with Sandy to ward off her death.

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Bob (293/365)

Bob Otter: My dad and I were at Marshall Fields shopping when I became separated from him. Some kind soul brought me to Management, where we joyfully reunited. I was four, but remember it like it was yesterday; that deep complete feeling of love and belonging.

Happy Thanksgiving! May your holiday be filled with the comfort of love and belonging.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Mary Jane (292/365)

Mary Jane: Vic and Betty's oldest, natural born leader, loves to take charge. Great conversationalist. Her husband's career has moved her to many different lands, which has served to perfect her consummate organizational skills. Music and laughter fill her home as does her creative designer's touch.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Vic (291/365)

Vic L.: One part tough guy, one part teddy bear. Every squirrel was named Wally. A talented passionate boxer and Marine, he instilled precious and extraordinary values into his children (and every neighborhood kid too). He and Betty were like bookends made from oil and vinegar.

Monday, November 20, 2006

Betty (290/365)

Betty Jane L.: Librarian. Mother. In 1988, before The Polar Express became all that, she brought home the book on film strip and after Christmas dinner we all gathered in the basement to watch it. Her death feels surreal, still expecting her to walk through Kay's door.

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Pat (289/365)

Pat: Cash-N-Crash royalty, just a regular guy though, watching a football game, high-fiving everyone after a touchdown, chatting about his latest diving trip to the Caribbean, introducing us to his sister Kay. Appreciate he's still down-to-earth enough to semi-publicly reenact the Who's Next album cover.

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Cathy (288/365)

Cathy: Good people skills are critical to the success of any business. Unfortunately being flat and unwilling was the death knoll for you. Buyers approached interested; you gave them the cold shoulder. Did you do better on eBay where nobody cared if you were impersonal?

Friday, November 17, 2006

John (287/365)

John: The White Sox get John excited. His X is fragile but that doesn't stop him. He's learned to do things that others could only dream of accomplishing. Like his dad, he's a thinker and music lover. Someday he'll join his brother Paul at Misericordia.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Melissa (286/365)

Melissa: Loves to bake. How is she a freshman so soon? Her feet now dancing over the same floors as mine 26 years before. Her role as a sister should automatically qualify her for a Masters in Special Education. Beautiful, caring, gentle Soul. Sweet Melissa.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Sonny (285/365)

Sonny L.: Is usually my children's DDS, but on this day he sits me down to tell me how he shopped for his children's Easter clothes one year when they were still small. There is such tenderness in his face as he recalls this sweet memory.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Susan (284/365)

Susan B.: It's November 14, 1975, Susan and I are walking down the steps of Lincoln Hall when we notice the snowflakes dancing. It's her birthday and she is excited about the early snowfall. Years later we see each on the beach at an Ouray concert.

Monday, November 13, 2006

Cullen (283/365)

Cullen: Poetry in motion behind home plate, both as catcher and batter. Photogenic. Funny. Fisherman. He loves to cook, makes awesome scrambled eggs. Natural born Engineer. His talents like his body are on the verge of a huge growth spurt. Melt-in-your-mouth brown eyes. My son.

Happy 13th Birthday Cullen!
Happy Golden Birthday!

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Mrs. Dickmann (282/365)

Mrs. Marianne Dickmann: Earthy science teacher chaperoned all of our H.S. Quetico trips. Lipstick and make-up were not her bag. Educated us about the importance of daily applications of a good moisturizer, reminding us to never neglect our necks. (Please forgive me, I lied about the hemo-stat).

Saturday, November 11, 2006

Jack (281/365)

Jack S.: Old enough to be my grandfather. People warned me, said he was a cranky stingy dirty old man. But that's not what I experienced. He was funny, kind and thoughtful. I appreciated his guidance and mentorship through our daily chats on the CBOT floor.

Friday, November 10, 2006

Sari (280/365)

Sari S.: Mrs. Flannery's second grade class, I met Sari and was instantly drawn to her. She had a kind-heart and sweet personality. We hung out at recess and had several play dates. But by seventh grade she became the cheerleader that I definitely was not.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

Kent (279/365)

Kent L.: A fellow Catholic, he was my sixth grade crush. He was a gorgeous Italian/Irish mix with beautiful eyes and a gentle personality. For our clock assignment in Science he made his time keeper out of an ice blue mint that dissolved slowly in water.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Chris (278/365)

Chris: Understands my hair as only few do. Worship the way she artistically snips and snaps it into something utterly obedient and amazing. Constantly burns my ears with details details details of her life while curling some interest into mine. Going for a walk someday soon.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Robert (277/365)

Robert R.: Like his great-grandfather his brain favors engineering. College freshman on a full scholarship, he's headed into his future with a toolbox full of talent and possibilities. Sweet memory of his toddler-self enthralled with watching the cars from the 22nd floor of my city apartment.

Monday, November 06, 2006

Helen (276/365)

Helen: After meeting me she advised her son to give me the sapphire earrings he had bought in Thailand for his sister. It was the first of many loving gestures she has bestowed upon me through the years. Careful never to step on any toes.

Happy Birthday Helen!!!! (11/7)

Sunday, November 05, 2006

Warren (275/365)

Warren: The first time I met this Walter Matthau look-alike was in the back alley of Leona's on Sheffield catching a smoke with a bunch of twenty-something skin heads. Grew-up on the mean streets of Racine. In town to visit his son and meet me.

Saturday, November 04, 2006

Debbie (274/365)

Debbie B.: In the fourth grade bathroom Debbie told a group of us she knew how to read palms. We all lined-up. Looking at my outstretched hand she proclaimed, "Your going to have three children; two boys and a girl. One boy crosses your heart line."

Friday, November 03, 2006

Hugh (273/365)

Hugh: Bears the patriarchal name, which happens to be the same as his much disliked uncle. Outwardly the wildest cousin, he has landed in adulthood quite maturely. Tried his hand at the CBOT before he settled into the family business. Wow factor: sexy green eyes!

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Happy 80th Birthday Mom!

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Madelon (272/365)

Madelon: Should've been an actress. My cousin uses millions of different characters/voices; elegantly amusing all. Taught me how to be cool. Stole some of her dad's and brought us to a field. Yep, ain't nothing cooler than two ten year olds smoking their first cigarettes.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Mark (271/365)

Mark: Racing down the hallway, I stopped short to admire him. It was in that very moment I developed "cousin crush". As an adult he's still as charming; a twinkle in his eyes, a smile on his face and a lively story on his lips.