Friday the Thirteenth

This is a bad snapshot of a framed photo of Ron Santo that hangs in Murphy’s Bleachers at the corner of Sheffield and Waveland. Do you see that black cat? Do you know what today is?

Today is the day that we planned six months ago. Today is the day that Rick and Susan and Bill and I were going to a Cubs game. Today is the day that our tickets were not at the Will Call window. Today is the day we walked into Murphy’s to have a beer and figure out the ticket situation. Today is the day that ended our drought for about 90 epic minutes. Today is the day we toasted our good luck for not having tickets. Today is the day we rode the “el” to escape the crowds in Wrigleyville (as soon as the storm passed).

And today is the day we spent laughing and storytelling and catching up with friends we’ve missed for too many years.

Take that, black cat.

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About Ginny O'Donnell

After reading a really nice obituary a few years ago, I considered what they'll write about me. "She worked all day, then went home and made supper." Except now, my husband has retired, so he makes the supper. Hm. I sound kinda lazy, but I'm always busy. You'll see. Part 2: I like my original About Me, so I'm keeping it intact. But now I, too, am footloose. Let's see what happens next, shall we? Part 3: Just to keep everything in perspective, I'm keeping parts 1 and 2 intact. Now, I am actively and happily NOT so footloose, doing my thing over at Cottage Door Press. And with it being off its training wheels, I will pick up my ginnygram pen again. Love!

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  1. Good Times!!!!! That beats Friday the 13th every Time
    Xxx

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