Quick story on Wrigley; I was born in Chicago but my family moved to Los Angeles when I was 7 years old. So I didn't get to visit Wrigley until my dad and I visited Chicago in the summer of 1979. I'll never forget it. Walking into the place was like walking into a holy shrine. The atmosphere was just so...pure American baseball. Since we were visiting the city, I was toting my Super 8 film camera everywhere I went and I brought it to Wrigley Field. This was 30 freakin' years ago, before they put in the lights for night games or any rehabbing of the park. I took lots of film inside the park, including panoramic shots of the grandstands and the crowd (we were on the 3rd base side).
The Cubs beat the Astros 8-3, sweeping the 'stros in the second game of a real doubleheader. That was a memorable visit to Chicago and I wished I never had to go back home to L.A.
I've wanted to live in Chicago my whole life, but I'm stuck in the armpit of Memphis for now. My dream is to own a nice summer penthouse off the lake in Chicago when I earn my early retirement. I'd spend four or five months during the coldest part of the year having fun in Vegas and the rest of the year in the Windy City.
The Cubs beat the Astros 8-3, sweeping the 'stros in the second game of a real doubleheader. That was a memorable visit to Chicago and I wished I never had to go back home to L.A.
I've wanted to live in Chicago my whole life, but I'm stuck in the armpit of Memphis for now. My dream is to own a nice summer penthouse off the lake in Chicago when I earn my early retirement. I'd spend four or five months during the coldest part of the year having fun in Vegas and the rest of the year in the Windy City.