Someone dropped me a note - they'd found my name as an author for a Sandbaggers zine and wanted to know if I still had a copy. And due to the fact that I'd actually unpacked the zines, I found it. So I sat down and read the story ( Read more... )

Satisfying Sunday. Pin trading did not suck awfully because I did not pin trade - I made bag tags. But the cool thing was lunch. We were in the ex-waiting area in the Paradise Pier hotel into which they installed a bar and a now temporary restaurant that appears to be open only during lunch time. Since PCH Grill closes down the brunch of ( Read more... )