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LIVE FROM THE US OPEN (tough course, great weather, and huge crowds)
What I have seen | 6-16-2012 | Me

Posted on 06/16/2012 3:06:04 PM PDT by James Oscar

3:05 Pacific Time

Olympic Golf Course

Daly City, California

Lake Merced Golf Course Clubhouse

Had to take a little nap in my truck after a liquid lunch at our hospitality room here at the Merced Golf Course.

But Tiger and Furyk will be teeing it up soon and I need to shuttle back into the war that is the US Open at Olympic.

Impossible to see anything, move around or get a beer but the electricity is palatable - something very noteworthy is taking place.

My forehead is better after a $27 hat from the merchandise tent and I am reasonably sober - so just reporting in on an exceptional day on the coast.


TOPICS: Chit/Chat; Sports
KEYWORDS: golf; tigerwoods; usopen2012

1 posted on 06/16/2012 3:06:18 PM PDT by James Oscar
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To: James Oscar
but the electricity is palatable

LOL, liquid lunch indeed.

2 posted on 06/16/2012 3:10:01 PM PDT by Seaplaner (Never give in. Never give in. Never...except to convictions of honour and good sense. W. Churchill)
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To: James Oscar

It’s gonna be 80 on the course, here in san jose we’re topping 100.. beats the heck out of a rainy clambake event.


3 posted on 06/16/2012 3:14:47 PM PDT by NormsRevenge (Semper Fi)
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To: Seaplaner

liquid lunch

make it a double for Furyk.. he just bogeyed 1.

It’s Tiger’s for the taking.


4 posted on 06/16/2012 3:18:03 PM PDT by NormsRevenge (Semper Fi)
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To: Seaplaner

Too much commentary, dull interviews and “wackiness”. I swear I saw about 2 minutes of actual golf in 20 minutes.


5 posted on 06/16/2012 3:18:52 PM PDT by albie
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To: Seaplaner

LOL

Indeed - well the brain is a bit foggy. Never experienced this type of crowd on a course.

Two hour wait to check your cellphone and security checkpoints that are very personal and thorough.

45 minuets to buy a beer - limit of two only. The walk from the limo drop off is uphill about 35 miles and the course seems to stretch from sea to shining sea. Still have not walked the entire 18.


6 posted on 06/16/2012 3:19:49 PM PDT by James Oscar
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oops. Tiger bogeys 1 too..
Party on!


7 posted on 06/16/2012 3:20:57 PM PDT by NormsRevenge (Semper Fi)
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To: James Oscar
45 minuets to buy a beer - limit of two only

On a live thread, that is a good thing.

8 posted on 06/16/2012 3:23:17 PM PDT by Tijeras_Slim
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To: NormsRevenge

All 3 leaders bogied 1.


9 posted on 06/16/2012 3:24:51 PM PDT by jwalsh07 (.)
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To: NormsRevenge

I was freezing on Wednesday and somehow burned my face and forehead like a Hiroshima survivor.

But at least I could see something - now it is just crazy and I have opened another beer here where the 8 tvs are a lot better than row 6 on the middle of the fairway.


10 posted on 06/16/2012 3:24:51 PM PDT by James Oscar
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To: James Oscar

I was freezing on Wednesday and somehow burned my face and forehead like a Hiroshima survivor.

How far back does your forehead go ?


11 posted on 06/16/2012 3:29:11 PM PDT by molson209
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To: James Oscar
J - O you da man! Thanks for your most welcome live reporting from this historic US Open. You are our Hunter Thompson out there: Fear and Loathing on the 18th Green. In fact, didn't he crash his motorcycle in that stretch of Pac Coast Hwy somewhere near Daly City? I'll be checking back to your post the rest of the day. Thanks!
12 posted on 06/16/2012 3:31:14 PM PDT by jobim (.)
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To: jwalsh07

The field is 10,000 over par and the greens are getting arid. It will be a long afternoon - wish I had a good spot on 13.


13 posted on 06/16/2012 3:31:31 PM PDT by James Oscar
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To: jwalsh07

The field is 10,000 over par and the greens are getting arid. It will be a long afternoon - wish I had a good spot on 13.


14 posted on 06/16/2012 3:31:31 PM PDT by James Oscar
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To: jobim

Hunter took a perfectly good firearm and wrote his own final comments. Wish he could have held on longer.

Really miss his art.


15 posted on 06/16/2012 3:34:25 PM PDT by James Oscar
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To: James Oscar

even tho the course is not smack on the ocean, the wind gets to ya and the sun is a lot more potent for some reason.. that big gallery they built by the 8th could use some more shade but it’s a nice idea.. stadium golf. usually the weather is a little less intense,, but with global warming , welll, yaknow..

2 beer limit? damn. It’s bad enough they strip ya of all your wireless gear. hang in there. Thanks for the on the ground report. :-]


16 posted on 06/16/2012 3:35:14 PM PDT by NormsRevenge (Semper Fi)
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To: James Oscar

His spirit lives on,, look at the speech writers for obama and biden.


17 posted on 06/16/2012 3:37:58 PM PDT by NormsRevenge (Semper Fi)
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To: jwalsh07

The Swede Jacobson knocks in a putt to go +2.. Sweed!


18 posted on 06/16/2012 3:39:15 PM PDT by NormsRevenge (Semper Fi)
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To: James Oscar

I’m for anyone not called Tiger, and in basketball I’m for any team that doesn’t have a Lebron on it.


19 posted on 06/16/2012 3:43:20 PM PDT by Sporke (USS-Iowa BB-61)
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To: molson209

Well it has gained some yardage over the years but still got most of the mane.

Grabbed a quick haircut Thursday in the City and the Asian stylist called me the “red faced Budda”. Said it meant loyalty. I hope that was true and not really “stupid drunk tourist”.


20 posted on 06/16/2012 3:43:43 PM PDT by James Oscar
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To: James Oscar
"Two hour wait to check your cellphone and security checkpoints that are very personal and thorough.

45 minutes to buy a beer - limit of two only. The walk from the limo drop off is uphill about 35 miles and the course seems to stretch from sea to shining sea. Still have not walked the entire 18."

I was there for the practice round Tuesday. No lines anywhere and it took about 30 seconds to get through security.

But it was the practice round . . .

21 posted on 06/16/2012 3:44:28 PM PDT by Neanderthal
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To: NormsRevenge

Norm,

The grandstands at the 16/17 turn is a primo spot. You can see the approach on the 670 YD. 16th and the tee on the 17th. Great spot.

NO wind to speak of an the sun is kicking.


22 posted on 06/16/2012 3:52:45 PM PDT by James Oscar
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To: Neanderthal

We arrived on Wednesday and it was building a bit. But this is just crazy.

They are passing hors d’oeuvres now and setting up the evening buffet.

The only way to do this is with a corporate package. We can park at the Merced Club House and shuttle to the event 10 minuets away. There is no parking anywhere in the city otherwise. Cops and blockades everywhere.


23 posted on 06/16/2012 4:02:46 PM PDT by James Oscar
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To: NormsRevenge

OK

We are on our second round and have eaten something served in a carved out potato(e). I am told it was caviar - but it was odd none the less.

Part of our group just got back from the course and are having a snack before going back. Four more are coming in from the city to meet us and we are all going back for the last hour or so.

Tiger just regained the lead and it could get dicey on the back nine. The 16/17 stands are right inside the security checkpoint so that looks like our destination.


24 posted on 06/16/2012 4:19:44 PM PDT by James Oscar
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To: James Oscar; advertising guy; Clint N. Suhks

Sounds like everything you’re going thru is 3x worse than a rectal exam? Good thing you like golf. (I’m the world’s absolute worst golfer, and don’t punish myself with it, anymore.)


25 posted on 06/16/2012 5:22:00 PM PDT by carriage_hill (All libs & most dems think that life is just a sponge bath, with a happy ending.)
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To: James Oscar

Tiger not putting like Tiger.

Furyk looks good

Wouldn’t it be great if a 17 year old amatuer won?


26 posted on 06/16/2012 7:38:49 PM PDT by hattend (Firearms and ammunition...the only growing industries under the Obama regime.)
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To: James Oscar
"The only way to do this is with a corporate package. We can park at the Merced Club House and shuttle to the event 10 minuets away. There is no parking anywhere in the city otherwise. Cops and blockades everywhere.

We had a parking pass for the SF State garage, then a 10 minute shuttle ride.

27 posted on 06/17/2012 11:03:09 AM PDT by Neanderthal
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To: hattend
"Wouldn’t it be great if a 17 year old amateur won?"

That would be one of the best sports stories of all time.

28 posted on 06/17/2012 11:09:06 AM PDT by Neanderthal
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To: Neanderthal

Looks like a cooler, foggier day than the previos 3 days.

Are you there?


29 posted on 06/17/2012 12:46:19 PM PDT by hattend (Firearms and ammunition...the only growing industries under the Obama regime.)
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To: hattend

Tiger just ain’t Tiger

Bogie, Bogie, Double Bogie on first 3 holes.

He’s out of it for this year’s Open.


30 posted on 06/17/2012 2:28:04 PM PDT by hattend (Firearms and ammunition...the only growing industries under the Obama regime.)
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To: hattend

Hossler! Nice putt!


31 posted on 06/17/2012 2:34:15 PM PDT by hattend (Firearms and ammunition...the only growing industries under the Obama regime.)
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To: hattend
"Are you there?"

Not today.

32 posted on 06/17/2012 6:04:38 PM PDT by Neanderthal
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To: James Oscar

Um, who won?


33 posted on 06/17/2012 6:38:54 PM PDT by jocon307
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To: jocon307

Congratulation Webb Simpson. 2012 US Open Champ

Won with a +1 overall - won by one stroke.

Furyk hosed it up big time on the #16 Tee shot and never recovered.


34 posted on 06/17/2012 7:35:36 PM PDT by hattend (Firearms and ammunition...the only growing industries under the Obama regime.)
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To: hattend
Another great thing about this tournament?

Obama didn't somehow show up on the screen trying to make the US Open about him!

35 posted on 06/17/2012 7:38:42 PM PDT by hattend (Firearms and ammunition...the only growing industries under the Obama regime.)
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To: hattend

Thanks!


36 posted on 06/18/2012 1:05:19 AM PDT by jocon307
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To: James Oscar
Summer 2012
Daly City, California

I am tired of walking the course even if it is the US Open and the scene is full of pageantry and excitement. My right knee is screaming, my forehead is badly sunburned and I have a terrible hangover from being on full throttle since arriving in town on Wednesday afternoon.

So I have planted myself in a seat by one of the TVs in the Hospitality Tent which today (Sunday) has been moved from the Lake Merced Country Club ballroom to the 18th green outside the ballroom. Because I have just finished heavily tipping all the service staff and the bartender for the fine attention to detail they have shown myself and my friends over the last five days – my drink is a triple and everyone is all smiles.

Just a few of us here at the tent now, because it is Championship Sunday with the winner still in doubt – so most folks are on the course.

But I am tired.

In my golden years I have put on quite a bit of extra weight, wore out all the ligaments in my right knee and drink to excess at the drop of a dime. So being tired is a condition that seems to have become my default status in the afternoon.

It is what it is…..

“And you're losing all your highs and lows ain't it funny how the feeling goes away”


Summer 1976
Texas Prison Farm

As a newcomer you really stick out on the Hoe Squad with your gleaming white uniform and pale skin. The old hands have worn and red dirt stained uniforms that reflect the time and wear that mark their years in the field. Faces worn by the Texas sun and spirits broken by the relentless weight of “doing time”.

I am still a revolutionary in my spirit. Neither broken nor repentant, having fought the Law and lost, I resign myself to simply paying the price that the State says I owe. It is a foolish attitude that will not survive the cruelty of the coming years – but I do not know that yet.

It is water that occupies most of my thought process. In the morning we get a water break and after so long in the county jails my body is screaming for water. When the break finally comes, the old man who is too lame to work in the fields anymore will go to the wood wagon being pulled by the tractor and bring us the bucket. It is a single bucket with a dipper. The bucket is filled with ice cold water – the finest beverage your mind can imagine.

You drink by seniority – old hands down to the “new thangs” that have just been dropped into hell like aliens from another planet. It is an old metal dipper that stays cold itself even after your drink is finished; it tastes of decades of well water - the taste of the farm and of the closeness to the land that will mark your entire existence.

Summer 2012

Spent a wonderful evening on the porch with my lady sipping Courvoisier and smoking the old half of what was once a nice Rothschild Maduro before I left it outside for a few days A bit crumbly but nice. I have been trying to adjust the water system in her yard. Several zones are not right yet and the lawn has some sad looking spots. Water will cure it.

Her husband died last year and there are a lot of things need to be serviced, repaired or replaced. It has been cathartic for me. We had been friends for a long time and there was always that spark between us, but now that a year has passed since she became a widow – we have moved to a far different relationship.

Some nights we spend at her beautiful home up on the hillside overlooking the city and sometimes we stay in town at my townhouse with the great view of the mountains at sunset. Not a bad life. We both feel a bit blessed right now, and just a little apprehensive about hoping it doesn’t end. You know the feeling – when things get just a little too perfect you begin to worry that it might go away.

Perhaps not this time.

We both are at an age where the wind is fairly consistent. We are settled, she is retired except for the occasional gig as an expert witness in a civil suit – and I am at the end of a long and fairly successful career. Again, a pretty good fit.

It improves your reputation, I am discovering, when you are accompanied by a beautiful and elegant woman. I have not always had the greatest taste in women so it is strange to be complimented so often when out on the town.

Elegant I suppose is the correct word for her countenance. For an old cowboy, I seem to have stepped a little out of my league.

I rather enjoy the elevated air.

But there is something odd happening to time. It continues to slow down. A recurrent phenomenon that allows me to make good decisions and be patient in all things – but it is worrisome. Scenes from my past keep slipping into the present. Why do scenes from my past slowly roll by in my mind like some old newsreel? Not vague thoughts but detailed and fully fleshed vignettes of both the important and the mundane.

I will grant you that I am the sum total of all the rather unbelievable events that bring me to this keyboard – however, I do not care to relive them.

Yet I do.

37 posted on 06/29/2012 1:21:33 PM PDT by James Oscar
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To: James Oscar
Summer 2012
Sierra Mountains


I danced the Ghost Dance last night at sunset - it had been a long time. The moon was large and just visible thru the pine trees and I am feeling a little better, finally getting rested. The water from this remote hot springs seems to help my knees and it certainly helps my soul.

I drove to the closest small town with a grocery store yesterday afternoon and bought 3 fried chicken breasts, 2 small watermelons, a jug of diet cranberry juice and $40.00 in lottery tickets. I try to never forget what the old woman said about buying the lottery - but not much happening on the hillbilly retirement fund scene.

Soaking in the hot springs on a near perfect night high in the mountains with the owls and bats all diving about is a fine way to clear your head. And mine has been awfully thick lately. Sometimes I sleep too long, sometimes not long enough - too many thoughts and too many flashbacks.

Drove back to the city at 1:30 Am, wasting the rent on the cabin, just to sleep in my own bed.

I have a date with The Lady today at 4:00 and not a hell of a lot other commitments pending. We will probably drive up to the Lake and have supper, seems like its going to be a great afternoon.

Not too sure why I find myself writing, but it just feels right. Perhaps the wheels of change are in motion...


38 posted on 07/01/2012 11:30:47 AM PDT by James Oscar
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To: James Oscar

When I spoke to The Lady she was all geared up for a nice night away from town. So I retooled and found a lake view suite available at Harveys on the South Shore.

We met at the townhouse and I added my luggage to hers in her Lexus. As much as I love my big truck it is not fair to ask her to climb in and out when we are dressed up. And she was dressed up in a grand way. There was no question that I had made the right decision when I saw her sparkling blue outfit. Complete with red white and blue accessories.

Sometimes the cowboy in me fails to rise to the appropriate social level when dealing with The Lady and her friends - but not tonight.

We arrived at valet checked in and set up house in a lovely suite overlooking Lake Tahoe. Very nice digs.

I brought a bottle of champagne, a bottle of Baileys and bottle of vanilla flavored cognac and some unsalted nuts - she brought her MacBook Air.

We dashed down to the hot tube to soak a little. We settled into the elevated hot tube with the great view of the lake and I, being a bit thirsty, went to the poolside bar.

There to my surprise the bartender was closing down shop. I asked if we could still get a couple of Mai Tais and he was nice enough to say yes. Evaluating the early evening I put two fives on the bar and asked if he would make us four and charge them to our room. Being the enterprising young man you would expect to find in his position, he said yes.

And so it went, we soaked in the sun and drank. As is our nature, after a bit of play and some showers we called for reservations at the Sage.

A very nice steakhouse from top to bottom. Old native American lamps and a staff of what seemed like dozens. We settled in with an Absolute Martini, one olive, and glass of St. Michelle’s Riesling for her.

While we waited on the Halibut and steak, we talked about New Orleans and our common attraction to that wonderful city, fishing in the Keys and her brother in Alaska.

Perfect food, a beautiful woman and a warm summer evening - not a bad trifecta.

The Bananas Foster was prepared at the table, keeping with the NO theme, and the waiter brought the Maitre D over to chat with us as we started to leave. Time to gamble.

We played three card poker, roulette and video poker before pocketing our $98 win and heading upstairs.

We both had glasses of room temperature Baileys but she curled up on the couch while I fired up her MacBook. Had to pay $10 for wireless service because I forgot to bring my Sprint wireless thingy that plugs into the computer and gives access anywhere.

And now I am here with her crashed in the bed with local news on the tube. It has been a great day and the past has remained quiet and orderly - in the past.


39 posted on 07/01/2012 11:30:17 PM PDT by James Oscar
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To: James Oscar
I danced the ghost dance in the warm pool this afternoon. The buoyancy of the water relieves the pressure and pain from my knees, allowing me to move gracefully and laterally.

It reminds me of who I once was, and what my body did. When my mind clears with the fluid movement I am reminded that not far from here on the side of a lake they danced the first ghost dance - in a time now lost to us all.

It is quiet in the mountains with the occasional hawk leisurely patrolling his realm.

I have been working hard to repair the damage done to The Lady's lawn. The irrigation system had been chewed in a bunch of places and as a result I have had to resod large portions of the lawn.

It is dry and all the animals can smell the water, so I built them a little ground level drinking fountain with stone and a two foot bowl.

Hopefully they will drink here and not chew my repaired 5/8” plastic water feed line. Already we have seen a family of quail with the little fuzzballs swimming in the fountain and the male watching for hawks. There are tons of rabbits around her property but I have yet to see them drink.

A few nights ago we heard the coyotes playing near our window in the night and we found a disemboweled rabbit in the back yard one morning as a little gift.

She borders the BLM land and it is beautiful up on the hillside overlooking the world with all the high desert wildlife passing in parade.

40 posted on 07/22/2012 9:16:55 PM PDT by James Oscar
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To: James Oscar
As you can imagine we have been absorbed in the British Open for the last four days.

We decided to come into town Saturday night so that we could have room service this morning. It was a very wise move. We were up at 5 and enjoyed the luxury of having breakfast delivered without missing any of the golf.

God bless Ernie and his family, and Adam will have other chances to win.

We had both cars so she was able to go to church and I, as is my wont, headed to the mountains in the truck.

There is a watermelon on ice in the bed and I intend to soak until late tonight. The hot water is the greatest analgesic there is for my legs.

It has become a bit of a habit of mine to drive back early in the morning with a cup of 7-11 coffee and a nice Maduro to enjoy the trip.

Summer is moving along and I continue to jam all the life possible into each day. I hate everything about winter and dread the thought of the coming darkness.

41 posted on 07/22/2012 9:34:36 PM PDT by James Oscar
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To: James Oscar
Winter - Chicago Railards
The Lost Years

I had found a nice boxcar in the middle of boxcar graveyard. The graveyard lay below Soldier Field in a maze of tracks that stretched forever.

I understand that the area has been gentrified and that the Mayor lives on my old turf now - strange how it goes.

But it was a nice boxcar with a door that worked and nice new wood inside. I could lock the car/home in the day and unlock it at night - a very sweet deal.

Because there was no water near, I had to cross the freeway on the overpass for the rail line to get water at Solder Field. Not that I drank too much water in those days but occasionally.

Normally I would stop at the corner and pick up a six pack and a chicken wing dinner and head thru the yard to home.

As I threw my chicken wings out the door there started to be a regular zoo of critters stopping by at night to see what was on the menu.

One night I had a couple of gallons of water so I put out a small bowl of water and changed the world.

From then on it was a family of possums, a pair of pheasants, numerous critters and the largest raccoon I had ever seen visiting the local watering hole.

It makes sense - there was no other water available and it was apparent that they could smell the (now large) pan outside my door.

The raccoon would crunch the chicken bones with the most frightening sound I can describe. It was clear that he could eat your hand with no problem whatsoever.

On day on my trip back from soldier field I saw the raccoon dead in the freeway. Why he would cross that road is beyond me.

But the winter ended and I had proved to myself that I could live outside in the winter by the edge of the lake and live. I am not certain that I cared which way the experiment ended in those days. It did not seem important.

42 posted on 07/22/2012 9:55:39 PM PDT by James Oscar
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To: James Oscar

Winter - Chicago Rail yards
The Lost Years

I had found a nice boxcar in the middle of the boxcar graveyard. The graveyard lay below Soldier Field in a maze of tracks that stretched forever.

I understand that the area has been gentrified and that the Mayor now lives on my old turf - strange how it goes.

But it was a nice boxcar with a door that worked and new wood inside. I could lock the car/home in the day and unlock it at night - a very sweet deal.

Because there was no water near, I had to cross the freeway on the overpass for the rail line to get water at Soldier Field. Not that I drank too much water in those days but occasionally.

Normally I would stop at the corner, pick up a six pack and a chicken wing dinner then head thru the yard to home.

Because I threw my chicken wing bones out the door there started to be a regular zoo of critters stopping by at night to see what was on the menu.

One night I had a couple of gallons of water so I put out a small bowl of water and changed the world.

From then on it was a family of possums, a pair of pheasants, numerous critters and the largest raccoon I had ever seen visiting the local watering hole.

The raccoon would crunch the chicken bones with the most frightening sound I can describe. It was clear that he could eat your hand with no problem whatsoever.

One day on my trip back from soldier field I saw the raccoon dead in the freeway. It was both sad and foreboding.

But the winter ended and I survived. One day the weeds were covered with spider webs and then in a remarkable dance of timing, a few days later the insects appeared.

I moved on - but the memory of the animals visiting the watering bowl at night in the rail yard will always remain.

As will the number $19.10. That is what you earned for a day’s labor from the labor pool. You got a $3.00 draw in the morning for bus fare or lunch or perhaps a nice 16oz. cold beverage.

And it was plenty.


43 posted on 07/23/2012 3:31:35 PM PDT by James Oscar
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