Milwaukee and Honore

I was chatting with Chris in Ames yesterday and we were talking about life and dreams and such, and that we both have entertained thoughts of opening up our own stores. Chris actually got much further in his pursuit than I have, but only to lose out to Olde Main[e]. My plans never made it out of my mind, though I might have mentioned it to some people, I don't recall. While the 104 fam was in Tennessee a while ago we had a discussion about opening a dining establishment that we would run and have a blast doing together.

Chris put it simply and with amazing precision when he said, "we all want to be High Fidelity." He's right. We [being people of our approximate age, who don't know exactly what they want to do in life] all want to be Rob Gordon [Fleming] and do something that encourages what we love [music, literature, etc.] with people that, whether we recognize it or not, are our friends, even if that business isn't entirely successful. Take it as you will, but I still want to have my own little store, work with friends, enjoy my bread-winning and maybe even wear Cosby sweaters.

The pizza digesting in my stomach is the unlucky victim of being the last pizza I eat before Lent. I've participated in Lent before, giving up The Simpsons once and last year it may have been doughnuts. Or going to chapel, I don't really remember. This is really the first major test of my resolve though. If you know me you realize that I have a love for the eating of pizza in its many forms. I've had all sorts of pizzas: Italian [salami, not pepperoni], cardboard [four ninety-nine special], deep dish, white [no thanks, I like the sauce], I'm pretty sure I have some New York style during my summer on the eastern seaboard, breakfast, taco, gourmet, frozen and so many more. Seriously, I have pizza at least twice a week for lunch or dinner. It's a bold move, but that's what Lent is all about. So, remember that it all begins with Pancake Day tomorrow, so flip those cakes, eat up and enjoy. you have my love.