Walking on a Saturday morning, out early. The temperature is in the lower 40’s, the sun is shining – the air is crisp and it smells like autumn, save of course the smell of burning leaves. I do miss that!
The sounds I hear are rakes scraping against the concrete as the homeowners get their leaves out to the curb; I hear a cheer erupting from the stadium at Nazareth – Saturday morning means frosh, soph or junior varsity – must have been a touchdown or a great interception. The cheer goes on for a while. The wind is blowing slightly, nothing like this past week. Neighbors are out picking up branches and twigs that blew down from the trees.
Taking a walk in the forest preserve, entering the Salt Creek trail with my dog – amazingly all the sounds of the neighborhood, the traffic are all gone. It is so quiet and peaceful right when you reach the bridge. You can hear the water rushing under the bridge, hear the birds, the ducks splashing. We walked a bit into the woods, my dog stopping every second to sniff some new exciting smell. He gets burs caught in his fur, but the trip is worth it.
As we are heading back, my dog stops in his tracks: there not 50 feet in front of us, is a big buck. He stares, we stare, Mitch doesn’t know what to make of this huge – what is it? he thought – it’s not a squirrel, his favorite prey, must be a dog – the buck seemed to bow his head slightly, then walk softly through the leaves and the brush onto his destination.
As we headed back into the neighborhood, there were two forest preserve employees pulling up in the truck. I mentioned that we had just seen a buck.
“Yeah, that is the eight-pointer – we just saw him on 31st.”
The sights, the sounds, the smells of autumn in La Grange Park.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Homecoming
Last Friday, as I was frantically trying to finish an extremely tedious mailing (I have a mailing service - Alpha Omega) someone rang the doorbell. I figured it was more mail to do. I reluctantly answered the door as the gentleman was walking away from my front door. I noticed that he had a camera in his hand.
"Hi - can I help you?"
"Oh," he said, "I used to live in this house and I thought I would drop by and say hello. The house looks great."
I explained that I was tied up at the moment, otherwise I would certainly invite him in. He nodded, seemed to understand and said well, thanks anyway.
I returned to my dining room table, where I was in the process of stuffing and sealing 3,000 envelopes where my husband was working next to me, helping me. I briefly told him of my conversation and he said, "You should let him in." He had good reason to say what he did: when returning to his grandfather's house in Wheaton with the original plans, upon knocking on the door, hoping to be invited in, the owner said, "Thanks," took the plans and shut the door. So, I thought to myself, he's right. I should invite them in.
I walked to the front door and was able to catch the man and his wife just as they were getting back into their car.
"Folks, if you would like to come in......" I yelled from the front porch.
His face lit up - they came back up onto the porch and walked in the front door. He looked around.
I gave them the tour - the entire house. He told me where he kept his toys (in the bottom drawer of the breakfront in the dining room - his brother kept his toys in the next drawer up) - how they used to hide in the closet beneath the attic stairs that is in the bathroom. He recalled having taken baths in the tub and where the window was - with a slanted roof. The tub is still here, original to the house - it is stamped on the bottom 'December 19, 1908' -
As the couple walked through the house, the man's love of his former home was evident. Though the house has changed a lot through the years, the bones are still the same.
Bob Bowman and his wife Nancy were in town from California for his 50th high school reunion from Lyons Township High School. - Class of 1960. Bob Bowman and his family lived here from 1946 until the mid 1950's. Bowman was four years old at the time and the family moved when he was fourteen years old . This house is still important to him.
"You know," he said as he was walking down the porch steps, "we moved close to here when I was a freshman in high school - just a few blocks away. But that was just a house - this always was home to me."
"Hi - can I help you?"
"Oh," he said, "I used to live in this house and I thought I would drop by and say hello. The house looks great."
I explained that I was tied up at the moment, otherwise I would certainly invite him in. He nodded, seemed to understand and said well, thanks anyway.
I returned to my dining room table, where I was in the process of stuffing and sealing 3,000 envelopes where my husband was working next to me, helping me. I briefly told him of my conversation and he said, "You should let him in." He had good reason to say what he did: when returning to his grandfather's house in Wheaton with the original plans, upon knocking on the door, hoping to be invited in, the owner said, "Thanks," took the plans and shut the door. So, I thought to myself, he's right. I should invite them in.
I walked to the front door and was able to catch the man and his wife just as they were getting back into their car.
"Folks, if you would like to come in......" I yelled from the front porch.
His face lit up - they came back up onto the porch and walked in the front door. He looked around.
I gave them the tour - the entire house. He told me where he kept his toys (in the bottom drawer of the breakfront in the dining room - his brother kept his toys in the next drawer up) - how they used to hide in the closet beneath the attic stairs that is in the bathroom. He recalled having taken baths in the tub and where the window was - with a slanted roof. The tub is still here, original to the house - it is stamped on the bottom 'December 19, 1908' -
As the couple walked through the house, the man's love of his former home was evident. Though the house has changed a lot through the years, the bones are still the same.
Bob Bowman and his wife Nancy were in town from California for his 50th high school reunion from Lyons Township High School. - Class of 1960. Bob Bowman and his family lived here from 1946 until the mid 1950's. Bowman was four years old at the time and the family moved when he was fourteen years old . This house is still important to him.
"You know," he said as he was walking down the porch steps, "we moved close to here when I was a freshman in high school - just a few blocks away. But that was just a house - this always was home to me."
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
A Trip to Platteville: Summer of 1985
It was the summer of 1985. As usual, my stepson Andy would be visiting for the month of July – he was 15 and I was always looking for interesting and new things to do when he came to town.
I read that the Chicago Bears were having their summer camp at Platteville, WI. That sounded like a fun thing to do. My son, Sam was 3 that summer and my brother, Rob was living at home with our folks – time for a road trip.
Rob was supposed to find out when practice started, if we could get in, where it was exactly – I picked him up early on a beautiful July day and he got in the car and said:
“Good news, bad news – the bad news is that practice starts tomorrow. The good news is it’s a good day for a drive.”
I figured he was right – once we got the trip in motion, might at well follow through. So, we hit the road.
And it was FAR to Platteville. I am thinking to myself, “I can’t believe people do this,” as I was barreling down the highway.
We arrived at last at University of Wisconsin, Platteville campus. It was pretty deserted, except for a couple of guys sweeping the grounds outside the stadium. About 17 years later, my son would play on this field for Augustana College.
“Hey, how you doing? Nothing much going on today – practice starts tomorrow. There are only a couple guys in there throwing the ball around.”
Despite the large orange signs that said “Authorized Bear Personnel Only” I was not deterred. I told the group that if anyone stopped us, we could just say Sam had to go to the bathroom.
We walked into the stadium and found that the custodians were right: there were only two lone guys throwing the ball around. Those two guys, however, were Jim McMahon and Kenny Margerum.
My brother played ball at Madison a few years before this, so he went out for a couple passes from McMahon. We talked a bit, laughed about the season coming up and I finally got up my nerve to ask if I could take a picture of them with my little guy.
Sam was not the friendliest of toddlers: if someone would say hello to him at the Jewel where we shopped regularly, he would get mad and demand “Who is that? Why is he saying hello to me? I don’t know him.” So, I was a little concerned about how he would take to Jim and Ken.
The two players were great with my son – talked to him asked him how he was doing, laughing – I took what I hoped was a great photo – who knew? This was 1985, no digital cameras.
As it turned out, the photo was great. I sent it to both McMahon and Margerum with a note saying “Here is a photo of the next Superbowl quarterback and wide receiver plus a future All-American.” I never heard anything in return, but didn’t really expect to.
Since we had been in Platteville, and Superbowl Sunday was to be on my son’s 4th birthday, I clipped every single article throughout the season, taped every game (I have to get those converted from VHS tape!) and kept every Royko, Bob Greene, anything from the year.
We all know what happened on January 26, 1986. The Monsters of the Midway had their way and took New England to task to the score of 46-10. It was a fabulous year, one that is still talked about as possibly the greatest championship ever.
The photo has been hanging in my laundry room/office since that summer. I had it in the back of my mind that I would have McMahon sign it one day. (I would love to have Margerum sign it too) I would read about his appearances, most were golf-related and I am not a golfer – others were charity events and I didn’t want to pay $250 for a place at a table among other people seeking his attention. I did read that he had his 50th birthday party at a club in Chicago recently and if you gave $50 for his charity, you could get in. I seriously thought about going downtown for that, but decided against it – again, the crowds would probably have been too great to catch a few moments of his time.
Then last week I read that Jim McMahon was to be at Binny’s in Highland Park and would autograph a photo or some other memorabilia for the first 250 people in line. Here’s my chance.
My husband drove to Highland Park – we arrived early. The session was to be from noon to 2 p.m. last Sunday, the 26th. We got there at 10:00 a.m. as the doors were opening and I was number 16.
Most of the people in line were autograph hounds – seekers – getting autographs for profit. I had the real thing – a real photo taken 25 years ago.
When it was my turn at the table, I showed him the photo and said, “I have been waiting 25 years for you to sign this.”
He took the picture in his hands, said, “Oh, my God – that takes me back.” I rambled on about how it was my son in the picture and that it was his fourth birthday when we won Super Bowl – Jim then asked what my son’s name is – I said, “Sammy” –
And now that photo is back hanging in my laundry room – a little more complete.
I read that the Chicago Bears were having their summer camp at Platteville, WI. That sounded like a fun thing to do. My son, Sam was 3 that summer and my brother, Rob was living at home with our folks – time for a road trip.
Rob was supposed to find out when practice started, if we could get in, where it was exactly – I picked him up early on a beautiful July day and he got in the car and said:
“Good news, bad news – the bad news is that practice starts tomorrow. The good news is it’s a good day for a drive.”
I figured he was right – once we got the trip in motion, might at well follow through. So, we hit the road.
And it was FAR to Platteville. I am thinking to myself, “I can’t believe people do this,” as I was barreling down the highway.
We arrived at last at University of Wisconsin, Platteville campus. It was pretty deserted, except for a couple of guys sweeping the grounds outside the stadium. About 17 years later, my son would play on this field for Augustana College.
“Hey, how you doing? Nothing much going on today – practice starts tomorrow. There are only a couple guys in there throwing the ball around.”
Despite the large orange signs that said “Authorized Bear Personnel Only” I was not deterred. I told the group that if anyone stopped us, we could just say Sam had to go to the bathroom.
We walked into the stadium and found that the custodians were right: there were only two lone guys throwing the ball around. Those two guys, however, were Jim McMahon and Kenny Margerum.
My brother played ball at Madison a few years before this, so he went out for a couple passes from McMahon. We talked a bit, laughed about the season coming up and I finally got up my nerve to ask if I could take a picture of them with my little guy.
Sam was not the friendliest of toddlers: if someone would say hello to him at the Jewel where we shopped regularly, he would get mad and demand “Who is that? Why is he saying hello to me? I don’t know him.” So, I was a little concerned about how he would take to Jim and Ken.
The two players were great with my son – talked to him asked him how he was doing, laughing – I took what I hoped was a great photo – who knew? This was 1985, no digital cameras.
As it turned out, the photo was great. I sent it to both McMahon and Margerum with a note saying “Here is a photo of the next Superbowl quarterback and wide receiver plus a future All-American.” I never heard anything in return, but didn’t really expect to.
Since we had been in Platteville, and Superbowl Sunday was to be on my son’s 4th birthday, I clipped every single article throughout the season, taped every game (I have to get those converted from VHS tape!) and kept every Royko, Bob Greene, anything from the year.
We all know what happened on January 26, 1986. The Monsters of the Midway had their way and took New England to task to the score of 46-10. It was a fabulous year, one that is still talked about as possibly the greatest championship ever.
The photo has been hanging in my laundry room/office since that summer. I had it in the back of my mind that I would have McMahon sign it one day. (I would love to have Margerum sign it too) I would read about his appearances, most were golf-related and I am not a golfer – others were charity events and I didn’t want to pay $250 for a place at a table among other people seeking his attention. I did read that he had his 50th birthday party at a club in Chicago recently and if you gave $50 for his charity, you could get in. I seriously thought about going downtown for that, but decided against it – again, the crowds would probably have been too great to catch a few moments of his time.
Then last week I read that Jim McMahon was to be at Binny’s in Highland Park and would autograph a photo or some other memorabilia for the first 250 people in line. Here’s my chance.
My husband drove to Highland Park – we arrived early. The session was to be from noon to 2 p.m. last Sunday, the 26th. We got there at 10:00 a.m. as the doors were opening and I was number 16.
Most of the people in line were autograph hounds – seekers – getting autographs for profit. I had the real thing – a real photo taken 25 years ago.
When it was my turn at the table, I showed him the photo and said, “I have been waiting 25 years for you to sign this.”
He took the picture in his hands, said, “Oh, my God – that takes me back.” I rambled on about how it was my son in the picture and that it was his fourth birthday when we won Super Bowl – Jim then asked what my son’s name is – I said, “Sammy” –
And now that photo is back hanging in my laundry room – a little more complete.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Fall Rummage Sale
It's time for The Village Church Fall rummage sale.
The Village Church of La Grange Park will hold its Fall Rummage Sale on Friday 10/1 and Saturday 10/2.The pre-sale will be Friday from 6:30-8:30pm and has an admission price of $5.00. The rummage sale on Saturday has no admission charge and will be open from 9:00-3:00pm. There will be a $4.00 "bag sale" at 2pm. Rummage donations of clean, usable items will be accepted at the September 27th through September 30th. The church is located at 1150 Meadowcrest Road. 708-354-0900.
Make sure and stop by to check out great bargains! Friday and Saturday October 1 and 2.
The Village Church of La Grange Park will hold its Fall Rummage Sale on Friday 10/1 and Saturday 10/2.The pre-sale will be Friday from 6:30-8:30pm and has an admission price of $5.00. The rummage sale on Saturday has no admission charge and will be open from 9:00-3:00pm. There will be a $4.00 "bag sale" at 2pm. Rummage donations of clean, usable items will be accepted at the September 27th through September 30th. The church is located at 1150 Meadowcrest Road. 708-354-0900.
Make sure and stop by to check out great bargains! Friday and Saturday October 1 and 2.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Bears vs. Cowboys 9-19-2010
Bears beat Cowboys 27-20. We traveled to Dallas last weekend for the game. When we left home on Friday morning, the temperature was a fall-like 46 degrees – lovely, crisp.
We arrived in Dallas to hot, very hot sun and temps – 95 degrees. We got into our rental car and went to the condo that we had rented for the weekend through vrbo.com – vacation rental by owner. The owner met us there; it was a great spot only a few (hot) blocks from the stadium. We settled in and decided to get the lay of the land.
We walked over to Cowboys Stadium. From the outside, it looks like a giant space ship landed right in the middle of the concrete city of Arlington TX. In the evening, from the rooftop deck of the condo, we could see the top of the space ship – eerily emitting lights from the underside.
The condo was well-located, as we were able to walk to dinner. It was still hot.
On Saturday, family arrived from Austin – my husband’s son, his wife and our two grandkids. When we went out to dinner that night at a local barbeque place, and it was still 94 at 8:00 p.m. I kept wondering how in the world we were going to sit through a 3-1/2 hour football game in that heat – Bears fan or no fan, I am a heat wimp.
Sunday dawned sunny and – you guessed it – hot. We donned our Bears shirts and headed over to the venue. We go there at 10:45 for a noon kick-off and the place was already swarming with people – lots of Bear fans tailgating in the parking lot.
We stood outside in awe for a few minutes, and then ventured inside. It’s the first time I have been to an indoor football game – doesn’t seem like real football to me, a died-in-the-wool, football should be played in cold weather fan – but it was AIR CONDITIONED.
Originally estimated to cost $650 million, the actual construction cost was $1.3 billion. To help Jerry Jones cover the cost of the stadium, Arlington voters approved the increase of the city’s sales tax by 0.5 percent, the hotel occupancy tax by 2 percent and the car rental tax by 5 percent. The City of Arlington provided over $325 million in bonds as funding and Jones covered all cost overruns. Also, the National Football League provided the Cowboys with an additional $150 million, per the policy of giving teams a lump sum of money for stadium financing. (source: Wikipedia).
The stadium has yet to sell naming rights, so it is referred to as ‘Jerryworld’ among other nicknames. To ensure you don’t miss a play, there are over 3,000 Sony LCD displays throughout the stadium – it really does defy description. Suffice it to say that you have to force yourself to watch the field, as this gigantic screen (about 60 yards long!) is right in front of you, huge Cowboy faces taunting the other team with such things as “Hey, no one beats us in our house.” And noisy – there is a constant din and resembles the atmosphere of a casino.
I was wondering if the players spit indoors – they do.
We found our seats, at the 50-yard line in the 400 section – quite a ways up – and the seats were padded. Two hot dogs, two beers and a small bag of chips was $38.
The national anthem was performed by Jay ‘the voice’ Perez. We all agreed that it was one of the best renditions we had ever heard. When he returned home, my stepson emailed Mr. Perez and much to his delight, he received an answer thanking him for his email. Perez is a huge tejano music star.
…and it was a great game. A really good game – no interceptions for our side. There was a lot of action – and no mistakes. There were quite a few Bears fans in the crowd – and you could often hear the familiar chant of ‘GO BEARS.’ Interestingly, at the start of the game, every time the Cowboys made a first down, the announcer very emphatically stated, “and that’s a Dallas FIRST-T-T DOWN.” As the game went on into the fourth quarter and looked like things were going our way, he wasn’t quite so enthusiastic and was rather stating that Dallas had made a first down in a rather bored monotone.
Knowing that even with one minute and a few seconds to go with the good guys ahead by 7, a seasoned Bears fan knows we don’t celebrate till the fat lady sings. The on-side kick went our way, we hung onto the ball and we are now 2-0 and oh, yeah, the Cowboys are 0-2. Lots of Cowboy fans left the venue, not many Bears fans left early. We won – and it was a glorious win.
We have gone to away games for the past four years – this is the first time I was able to wear my Bears shirt home on the plane. And is that shirt cool or what - a silk screen of da coach. Now onto Monday night against Green Bay. Go Bears Go!
We arrived in Dallas to hot, very hot sun and temps – 95 degrees. We got into our rental car and went to the condo that we had rented for the weekend through vrbo.com – vacation rental by owner. The owner met us there; it was a great spot only a few (hot) blocks from the stadium. We settled in and decided to get the lay of the land.
We walked over to Cowboys Stadium. From the outside, it looks like a giant space ship landed right in the middle of the concrete city of Arlington TX. In the evening, from the rooftop deck of the condo, we could see the top of the space ship – eerily emitting lights from the underside.
The condo was well-located, as we were able to walk to dinner. It was still hot.
On Saturday, family arrived from Austin – my husband’s son, his wife and our two grandkids. When we went out to dinner that night at a local barbeque place, and it was still 94 at 8:00 p.m. I kept wondering how in the world we were going to sit through a 3-1/2 hour football game in that heat – Bears fan or no fan, I am a heat wimp.
Sunday dawned sunny and – you guessed it – hot. We donned our Bears shirts and headed over to the venue. We go there at 10:45 for a noon kick-off and the place was already swarming with people – lots of Bear fans tailgating in the parking lot.
We stood outside in awe for a few minutes, and then ventured inside. It’s the first time I have been to an indoor football game – doesn’t seem like real football to me, a died-in-the-wool, football should be played in cold weather fan – but it was AIR CONDITIONED.
Originally estimated to cost $650 million, the actual construction cost was $1.3 billion. To help Jerry Jones cover the cost of the stadium, Arlington voters approved the increase of the city’s sales tax by 0.5 percent, the hotel occupancy tax by 2 percent and the car rental tax by 5 percent. The City of Arlington provided over $325 million in bonds as funding and Jones covered all cost overruns. Also, the National Football League provided the Cowboys with an additional $150 million, per the policy of giving teams a lump sum of money for stadium financing. (source: Wikipedia).
The stadium has yet to sell naming rights, so it is referred to as ‘Jerryworld’ among other nicknames. To ensure you don’t miss a play, there are over 3,000 Sony LCD displays throughout the stadium – it really does defy description. Suffice it to say that you have to force yourself to watch the field, as this gigantic screen (about 60 yards long!) is right in front of you, huge Cowboy faces taunting the other team with such things as “Hey, no one beats us in our house.” And noisy – there is a constant din and resembles the atmosphere of a casino.
I was wondering if the players spit indoors – they do.
We found our seats, at the 50-yard line in the 400 section – quite a ways up – and the seats were padded. Two hot dogs, two beers and a small bag of chips was $38.
The national anthem was performed by Jay ‘the voice’ Perez. We all agreed that it was one of the best renditions we had ever heard. When he returned home, my stepson emailed Mr. Perez and much to his delight, he received an answer thanking him for his email. Perez is a huge tejano music star.
…and it was a great game. A really good game – no interceptions for our side. There was a lot of action – and no mistakes. There were quite a few Bears fans in the crowd – and you could often hear the familiar chant of ‘GO BEARS.’ Interestingly, at the start of the game, every time the Cowboys made a first down, the announcer very emphatically stated, “and that’s a Dallas FIRST-T-T DOWN.” As the game went on into the fourth quarter and looked like things were going our way, he wasn’t quite so enthusiastic and was rather stating that Dallas had made a first down in a rather bored monotone.
Knowing that even with one minute and a few seconds to go with the good guys ahead by 7, a seasoned Bears fan knows we don’t celebrate till the fat lady sings. The on-side kick went our way, we hung onto the ball and we are now 2-0 and oh, yeah, the Cowboys are 0-2. Lots of Cowboy fans left the venue, not many Bears fans left early. We won – and it was a glorious win.
We have gone to away games for the past four years – this is the first time I was able to wear my Bears shirt home on the plane. And is that shirt cool or what - a silk screen of da coach. Now onto Monday night against Green Bay. Go Bears Go!
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
On Tap
I walked into the dining room the other night and spied my husband with the bike path map spread out on the table, gazing intently at the trails. “Uh, oh,” I thought to myself, “He must be planning some big trip.”
“I have a good trip planned out for us,” he said cheerfully.
I, recently indoctrinated into the biking routine, was skeptical.
“We could drive to Wheaton
To me, Warrenville sounds like it is on the other side of the earth. I had never been there, was only slightly familiar with the town because my son played high school football at Lyons Township in La Grange and we played Wheaton-Warrenville High School. I know where Wheaton
As it turned out, it was pretty far. But we had a destination in mind: Two Brothers Brewery located in none other than Warrenville.
We like to drink indigenous beers. When in Wisconsin Illinois
We loaded the bikes onto the car and headed out west. We hopped on the Illinois Prairie Path in Wheaton
I have an odometer on my bike and though my husband figured “round trip about 20 miles,” we were not even AT our destination and we had already clocked 14 miles. I fiddled with the controls on the Cat thinking that maybe I had a different setting – it read 140 – I thought maybe it was the time….but it was the mileage.
Great, I thought – I often yell from behind him – “Where ARE we?”
We were in the Blackwell County Forest Preserve, admittedly very pretty with lakes, quiet trails and lovely vegetation – but definitely on the wrong path. We had mistakenly taken a branch of the DuPage River Trail. We backtracked and got onto the original charted course: The Fermi Lab Trail.
We crossed Route 59, went about 4 blocks and then headed south on some residential streets through a schoolyard and a park to the edge of a light industrial park. We had the address of Two Brothers Brewery, but it didn’t appear that there would be a brewery on this street. Pedaling further down the road, we came upon a truck that indeed said “Two Brothers” – we arrived.
I had read that Chef Tommy at the Tap House was fantastic and I have to say, the fare does not resemble what we think of as bar food in any way. We both had fish tacos that were out of this world. Draft beers are $4 and $5 and we each enjoyed two beers, different brews. In addition to their own brews, they carry a very impressive array of other beers and also have a guest draft beer. We sat outside at an umbrella table in very quiet surroundings. The beer was cold, the food was yummy, and the breeze was warm…it was so relaxing…
…until we had to climb onto our bikes again. We chatted with a couple who had also just finished eating – they were driving a red van – and I was hoping they would take pity upon us and drive us back to Wheaton
We made it back to downtown Wheaton
Check hours and directions at the website www.twobrotherstaphouse.com/
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| Two Brothers Tap House 30W315 Calumet Ave. Warrenville, IL 60555 630-393-BEER |
Saturday, September 11, 2010
The Stanley Cup
The Stanley Cup made a trip to La Grange Park - ! It was a blast. Pawel Prylinski, the massage therapist for the Chicago Blackhawks, walked into Village Hall on Tuesday evening and told Jim Discipio, Village President, that it was his day to have the cup on Friday, September 10 and did the village want to do something about it?
Jim quickly corralled his resources - and Julia Cedillo quickly put together a flyer and posted it on the e-community briefs. The staff also hung flyers at the Jewel, the library and some other spots in town. Though short notice, the word spread fast and there were more than 600 people in line - some as early as 11:00 am for the 4:00 p.m. showing. The line wound all the way around the front of Village Hall on Catherine to Ashland and down about 2-3 blocks.
The Cup, its Hall of Fame handler, Mike and our resident Pawel arrived by limo about 5:10 after getting stuck in traffic. The Cup was carried in by Pawel with police officers forming a lane for him to come in. All fans had a chance to walk by the cup, some got their pictures taken with Stanley, others touched and kissed the trophy. An historic day in La Grange Park.
Jim quickly corralled his resources - and Julia Cedillo quickly put together a flyer and posted it on the e-community briefs. The staff also hung flyers at the Jewel, the library and some other spots in town. Though short notice, the word spread fast and there were more than 600 people in line - some as early as 11:00 am for the 4:00 p.m. showing. The line wound all the way around the front of Village Hall on Catherine to Ashland and down about 2-3 blocks.
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| Pawel proudly carrying in the Stanley Cup |
The Cup, its Hall of Fame handler, Mike and our resident Pawel arrived by limo about 5:10 after getting stuck in traffic. The Cup was carried in by Pawel with police officers forming a lane for him to come in. All fans had a chance to walk by the cup, some got their pictures taken with Stanley, others touched and kissed the trophy. An historic day in La Grange Park.
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| Me with the Cup! |
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| the limo driver having a ball |
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