Last week, while reading an article on the best gyro places in the Chicago area, I came across someone who answered Munster Gyros. I went to look it up and, no surprise, it's on Calumet Avenue. Basically everything you'd want in Munster is on Calumet or Ridge. That got me to wondering, whatever happened to Mr. M's house? So I looked it up...

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I brought this up the other day but never finished the thought. The reason the group moved downstairs to the rec room at Mr. M's house was because Phil and Nick were going to tell me about how they saved Pierogi Fest. You see, Mr. M played in a number of bands, and one of them typically closed out the festival. The last few years of camp, our first ( Read more... )

Back in January, when Mr. M passed away, I thought that might be the last time I would find myself in Munster, and I drove by his house on the way to the banquet just to say goodbye. Nearly every summer for roughly 15 years, I found myself in there, helping to load stuff onto the truck to take to camp ( Read more... )

It's finally time to discuss what happened last week ( Read more... )

I haven't mentioned mom's trips, in part because she's been so busy that I knew I wouldn't get a chance to hear anything about them before yesterday ( Read more... )

I've mentioned that I was busy this past Saturday; it was round 2 of solo contests, this time Mr. M's in Indiana. Having to be there by 7:30 AM meant getting up early, which also meant going to bed early as best I could on Friday. I neither went to bed as early as I wanted, nor fell asleep that quickly, but when my TV turned on at 4 AM, I was up ( Read more... )

The solo portion of the day ran from about 8-3, but I had several hours of other things going on. I mentioned I got there at 7; I didn't leave Indiana until 5. So, for the rest of it ( Read more... )

My Saturday was pretty epic.

Did I mention I was away from my house for more hours than I'm normally awake on a typical Saturday? It was a very, very long day. I got up before 4:30 and left at 5:44, this after scraping my car for a few minutes. Even though I figured it would take me 1:15 to get there, the weathermen had predicted frozen fog, ( Read more... )

Every summer since 1987, I've gone to Indiana for a week. Prior to this year, I've spent that week at camp. This year? Well, I may not have spent a week there, but I still went. It helps that I have a father who just bought a new vehicle and, uh, wanted to break it in. Oh, we broke it in all right. And then, of course, we discovered that it's ( Read more... )

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