Exploring Up in the Attic

Hello?

This is a little bit odd, this experience of dusting off the old blog site.  The last new posts to this site were in 2009, which is a long time ago.  Dear friend Frieda Rome suggested again that I do some word smithing, so I'm giving it a go. 

This isn't the most recent of my blog locations.  Most recent would be BVI Steve, the chronicles of the adventures of our abruptly terminated  relocation to the British Virgin Islands.  The earliest of those BVI missives is lost, the majority of them exist in email files that are backed up on one of the computers laying around here. Those are different stories for a different time.  Once statutes run out, I'll figure out how to put those up for anyone who's interested.

Clark Griswold, in the attic.  You loved that part, too, didn't you?

This site, Never A Dull Moment,  was the location of a long series of essays about topics that are related only by the fact that they interested me at some point and sparked some degree of research.  Kind of like sparkly, shiny things that attracted me for a while (insert here  whatever simile you feel applies).  I've gone back and read some of the old posts and I think they're pretty entertaining. Feel free to poke around.

Once we get some momentum established, I hope that this becomes a community experience, that is, I pretty please ask for interaction and feedback.  You are free to say anything you want, please just don't be an asshole, or if you must be, do it with some measure of intelligent and defensible thought.  So, on we go.

Let's don't start off here with politics.  That just makes people angry; usually, people about whom we care, but who have strong feelings that we don't share.

Kind of like Mimsy and me and Jack Daniel's.  She just doesn't share that special feeling that I have about Jack...and Gentleman Jack? Puh-leeze and OMG, let's don't go there, girlfriend.  Mimsy does, however, look kindly on the relationship and regularly contributes toward keeping the relationship healthy. That's what we're seeking here:  That you should all feel that warm glow inside after you've stopped by here.

The way you feel after you've stopped at the bakery.

Whiskey and fresh bakery, all in the first posting.  What's not to love?

New Project!

Hello and welcome to the archives. 

There's a variety of topics stored here, so you can rummage around in the list of postings that are under the "ON DEMAND" heading on the right, or use the "search blog" feature.

Please visit my new venture, Four Star Football.

The End

I've retired.

Thank you for having joined me here.

Commute Week, Part V

There are stories of commutes out there, I'm tellin' you, there are horror stories. If you haven't had enough of this stuff, Quaker State Motor Oil is running a contest to determine who has the worst commute. Go to www.quakerstate.com to watch videos of the entries--or enter the contest yourself.

There's a guy who won a national contest a couple years ago. He was driving 186 miles each way from Mariposa to San Jose, California, to his job as an electrical engineer. He loves his job, his family likes the ranch where they live. The guy was spending 7 hours per day driving. Nuts.

So, commutes are tough. They're too long, too expensive, bad on your disposition and health. Working from home is an option for just a few. The harsh reality is that people have to make individual choices. Trading time for cash...that's why they call it work.

Commute Week, Part IV

Prequel #1: was that Idol's All Star Medley or did I have a nightmare when I dozed off? Freda Payne was...ghastly, simply ghastly. Thelma Houston, my son said it, looked like she belonged on the corner, though she can still sing. KC, well he wasn't so bad.

Prequel #2: As I was driving home yesterday, I came up behind a new looking car bearing the license plate "WED IV 25". The plate took me a moment to decipher, and I now wish the woman driving it a happy anniversary. That is the conclusion of "True Stories from My Wednesday Commute".

Today, class, we will learn about Paul Cornell, the king of networking, who invented the commuter suburb in these parts.

Cornell's family had moved to Illinois, following the death of the Paul's father when the boy was age nine. Paul worked his way through school, passed the bar exam and moved to Chicago in 1847.
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Chicago at this time was extremely walkable, with everything within a couple miles of the city center. Most people worked close to home, as the Dan Ryan, the Toyota Prius and the Howard Stern Morning Show had not yet been invented in 1850. It was around this time that an Illinois senator steered a friend to a hot real estate deal that would make money for everyone. Politics and the spoils of office had already been invented in 1850.

Paul Cornell had been rudely welcomed to Chicago. His life savings were stolen from him as he slept on the night he arrived in the city. A sympathetic lawyer provided Paul with a loan and got him a job. The lawyer's name was Stephen Douglas, as in Stephen Douglas, the Illinois Senator. The job was with the law firm of Skinner & Hoyne (as in Judge Skinner and Hoyne Avenue in the city).

Paulie worked hard, met a girl, got married. His new brother in law was John Evans, the man after whom the city of Evanston was named. Evans, along with a chap named Orrington Lunt (as in Orrington Street in Evanston and Lunt Avenue in Chicago) founded a school, Northwestern University, in his namesake town. John Evans, in turn, was related to George Kimbark (Kimbark Avenue, a north-south street that runs right into the University of Chicago), a real estate speculator and developer who would become the founder of Riverside, IL.

Anyhoo, south of the city there was a 300 acre parcel with a "For Sale" sign in it. The parcel of land extended from what is today 51st Street down to 55th Street and from Lake Michigan to the Illinois Central Railroad tracks.

Cornell bought the land and traded 60 acres to the IC railroad in exchange for the IC constructing a depot at 53rd Street and setting up 6 stops a day in and out of Chicago.
The commuter suburb and commuter railway were born. Cornell named his new area Hyde Park after the London version.

Kimbark bought land just west of Cornell's land. Cornell's uncle bought other adjoining land. The Illinois legislature created Hyde Park Township out of all that. The lads all made just a wee bit of money by developing their land. It probably didn't hurt to have a pal who was a Senator.

Oh, and Paul Cornell, the king of networking in the pre-LinkedIn era, had a cousin named Ezra who kept himself pretty busy, too. Ezra founded Cornell University back east.

Paul Cornell got Cornell Avenue in Hyde Park, a couple of streets east of the school that set up shop in his town, the University of Chicago, on Kimbark, over by there.

A scant 150 or so years later, you may wish to ruminate on all these hooked up guys as you sit in traffic, or sit on the train, or contemplate starting your own suburb so you can get rich and famous.