We now have a new measure of civilization here where we live. Baseball. It is minor league but that's a start. We have the triple A team for the LA Dodgers. They're called the Great Lakes Loons. Tommy Lasorda even said this was a thriving, exciting area. Well maybe that's pushing it a little. But we do have baseball.
The stadium is brand new and it's even solar powered, as shown in the photos. It was a beautiful sunny day (70s) for the game against the Cedar Rapid Kernels (as in cereal). The Kernels weren't Grrrreat!. The Loons crushed them. The stadium itself was very nice. They serve local microbrew beer, and a variety of food including tacos, cheesesteak subs, pulled pork sandwich (my favorite), brats and hotdogs of course. The only thing I'm wondering was if we were officially seated in the Loony Bin. It's going to be a long (probably not so hot) summer so play ball !
Anybody that's a regular watcher of the show 30 Rock knows about the "Rural Juror" Try saying it fast a couple of times. So I've been on jury duty watch for the last two weeks. I had to call in each night after 5PM to find out if my lucky number was called. I was in panel 12 and they didn't even get to panel 10. Considering that we live in a sleepy rural community I'd probably get a case about a stolen ear of corn. But I really wanted to say I was a "rural juror". Oh well maybe next time.
So my wife and I were trying to return home from a quick trip to Boston for the holidays out to visit my family. We arrived at the airport an hour early only to discover that our plane was delayed by 45 minutes. The problem was that we only had 1 hour to make our connector and that was the last flight out that night. Great!
This was shaping up to be a total disaster but then the universe changed it's mind. First the attendant called us up to the desk to inform us that we were upgraded to first class. At least if we were going to arrive late we'd do it in style. On board we tried to find out what the status of the other flight was but since the attendant couldn't answer he simply tried to tranquilize us with wine, red wine. The attendant (name withheld to protect the generous) finally poured the last of the wine into our glasses and asked if there was anything else we'd like. I said," not unless you're going to open up another bottle" A few minutes later my wife gets a new bottle of Red Diamond Merlot wrapped up in a bag. We like first class.
So once we landed my wife called to find out that our connector flight hadn't left yet. We did the OJ thing through the airport and just made it as the doors were closing. All those hours on the treadmill paid off. We made the flight and made it home.
Of course we both had to go back to work the next day so the Karma sort of balances out. However, we are going to really enjoy that bottle of wine this weekend.
So check out this sign. Blow it up and pay close attention to the details. This is an actual sign posted in my work site to promote safety. Falling down the stairs is considered the most dangerous safety threat we have. Keep in mind I work with chemicals that are flammable, pyrophorric (for the none techincal this means they burst into flames on contact with air), corrosive, caustic, etc etc etc not to even mention the man and car eating ditches we have lurking on our ice covered roads that never get plowed. Now if you haven't noticed our little safety hero has no hands. How can he hold on to the safety rails with no hands? Did he lose his hands in a light saber fight? That is unclear? Maybe this sign was meant for a retirement home for disabled Jedi. You probably are saying to yourselves that he has just cursed himself and will fall down the stairs while defiantly not holding the hand rail. This is unlikely since he have the equalavent of high school hall monitors roaming around to make sure we comply.
