Okay, sometimes I kind of miss it.
A moment of levity and light in a dark night.
Listening to 90s music reminds me of who I was and who I am.
Photos by Hank Cain, a pilot flying past Chicago. He was a passenger that day… NEW hi-res pic of an icy, cold #Chicago [courtesy my pilot friend Hank Cain]. Beautiful. pic.twitter.com/yRxxdjZE14 — Shawn Reynolds (@WCL_Shawn) January 7, 2014 And also this one… Go on, tell me again that moving to California was terrible because it’ll […]
It’s so cute when kids put on their parents shoes and clothes. That is oddly how commuting to LA felt.
Sweet home, Chicago, you will always have a place in my heart, but we’re better living apart.
I am not waiting for my company to make me happy, I’m grabbing it by the horns. And thank you, all of you.
The story of how looking for a hat was nearly “Waiting for Godot.”
There was an occasion. I got a new hat.