ThanksGiving HiJinx from Chicago

Pictured Above: My top two Lovies each celebrate Thanksgiving’s Eve in their own unique way. Carter weathers a storm to visit the Hyde Park Art Center. I insisted that my nephew Emmett listen to John Ashcroft sing Let the Mighty Eagle Soar at least 3 times while we were gone. He responded by creating the disturbing images above. My question is: How does a kid his age recognize a Reptilian Illuminati conspiracy from listening to a song?

Almost every Thanksgiving eve the wind churns and whirls through Chicago like a Tasmanian devil. Even so, I thought my lucky notwithstanding tacky umbrella printed with pictures of the aforementioned devil would protect us. We survived. I can’t say the same for the fun filled umbrella. It was torn to shreds.


The rest of my family did not have nearly the same affection for it and disappointment at its loss. They lost all patience with it especially when our feet were cold and soaked to the skin. They didn’t realize that its breadth had trapped me in a narrow gangway forcing me to lose control of the shopping cart rolling into the street.
I’m going to miss my lucky umbrella that declared to the world that its owner was a “Real Swinger”. At least I could laugh at the rain.