Sounds like you went above and beyond to make it to the show. I'm sure your presence was appreciated by all. Thanks for the quick rundown on your events.
-- Best regards, Bruce Monday, May 10, 2010, 4:48:18 PM, you wrote: DB> I started out in the hole. DB> Dropped the car Wednesday morning for a look-see at an issue I had DB> neither the time nor equipment to handle and to get the aircon charged DB> up; it hadn't worked since I got the car. DB> Friday morning, two overnights and an astonishing ransom later, I DB> finally got it back, with some question whether it would hold together DB> all the way to Chicago. I popped back to the house, having decided not DB> to make the trip. My wife looked at the bill, said she figured it would DB> be that much, and told me to get on the road, as I was running out of time. DB> I guess she really wanted me out of the house. DB> Dropped a note to the list, tossed the camera bag and some clothes in DB> the car, bolted for the gas station, filled up, and drove back home to DB> get my CD's and the shirt with the collar on it. Kisses all around and DB> back on the road, calculated arrival at three-ish Chicago time. DB> One minor freak-out as I approached Cincinnati. Smoke/fog/steam/demons DB> came out of the center vents and I was instantly back in high school DB> when the engine in my "new" Capri coughed up the magic smoke on the DB> Interstate. I dove for the right lane in case something exploded, but DB> nothing else happened. A stop at a rest area for a pee and a calming DB> walk and I was on my way again, with a wary eye on the instrument cluster. DB> Made great time. Say what you will about Mercedes, but they shine at DB> highway speeds. I stayed within DB> stand-on-the-brake-pedal-if-a-trooper-appears distance of the speed DB> limit, and burned up the miles, until I hit Chicago, where the last few DB> miles to my hotel took about an hour. DB> As a result, I had just long enough to throw my stuff in the room, grab DB> a camera, ask directions to Chicago and State, and shuffle off to meet DB> up with Mark & Dr. Lisa, Chris & Karin, and Larry at the CTA station for DB> the ride up to the gallery. DB> Frankly, the reception was kind of a blur, with a lot of talking, a lot DB> of looking, some laughs, and genuine amazement that it was actually DB> happening. It was really a classic space, and the people coming in to DB> see the work were engaged in the show. A couple of them spoke to me, DB> which was nice. There's not a lot of "wow" in my photos, so I didn't DB> expect any interest at all. DB> I regretted declining an offer from Bill, Tom, Annsan and Jay to join DB> them for their after party, but I was all stove in. I brisk trip back DB> down the Brown Line with Mark and Lisa was pretty much all I could DB> handle. I stopped in a 7-11 for some junk food and hardly ate any of it DB> before I crashed. DB> It looks as though I may have been the only one who enjoyed the DB> Eggleston show, and that's cool. Could be a Southern thing, but the work DB> speaks to me in a way that a thousand pretty flower shots could never DB> do, and I'm writing as someone who shoots pretty flower shots on occasion. -- PDML Pentax-Discuss Mail List PDML@pdml.net http://pdml.net/mailman/listinfo/pdml_pdml.net to UNSUBSCRIBE from the PDML, please visit the link directly above and follow the directions.
