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:: ebay store news :: 04 november 2006 ::
Some big changes are in the works for misterShankly...
Since September, I've been working on the launch of a new line of vintage-inspired sports fanwear - Son and Heir Apparel. Since the launch, I've been selling it here in the ebay store.
But come Friday, November 10th, this line will also be found at its new home... sonheir.com. Here you'll also find a growing collection of select vintage wear not offered in the ebay store.
Yep,
sonheir.com is gonna be a fully functional shopping site offering Google Checkout and PayPal as payment options. And again, it launches Novermber 10th.
And around that time, there's gonna be another big ol' sale in the ebay store. You won't want to miss it.
Anyway... as sonheir.com grows, that's where most of my attention will be centered. As you've probably noticed over the last several months, misterShankly.com has slowed down a bit -- sure, on occasion I'll still try to do some photo blogs and the like. But sonheir.com is my new baby and it needs to be pampered.
So thanks for your continued support... and make sure to check out sonheir.com starting next week.
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:: 21 august 2006 ::
Since summer is almost over, what better way is there to enjoy the end of tan skin and popsicles than by heading to the lakefront to see the annual Air + Water Show? And then going to our world-famous (and free) Lincoln Park Zoo? Umm, there is no better way.
So check out my latest "summer in Chicago" pics... a few lucky captures of the Blue Angels, a few zoo animals, but mostly of random folks walking by. Taken at Montrose Harbor, looking south toward downtown -- the Hancock is on the left, the Sears Tower peeking thru on the right. You just gotta love this great city.
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:: 18 august 2006 ::
I have finally returned from my summer road trip through middle America. Did you miss me?
Well, for what it's worth, I missed you.
So I've posted a boatload of pictures... click here to start on page one and work your way through (opening in a new window).
Now this is a small sample of a grand total of 766 pictures I took. The colors look perfect in my photoshop, but remember every monitor changes things a bit. And please keep in mind these are my personal images -- if you steal them I'll hunt you down and hogtie you like they did to me in Texas.
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Anyway... here are some quick tidbits from this lil' adventure (the main purpose was to get to a family reunion in Snowmass/Aspen, Colorado and also to give myself a youthful 30th birthday present) :
25 days * 11 states * 4786 miles
Starting and ending of course in Chicago, cities included :
Indianapolis, IN; Louisville, KY; St. Louis + Columbia + Kansas City, MO; Lawrence + Wichita, KS; Boulder + Denver + Aspen + Colorado Springs, CO; Santa Fe, NM; Amarillo, TX; Oklahoma City + Tulsa, OK; Little Rock, AR; Memphis + Nashville, TN.
$446.67 worth of gas
most expensive : $3.89, Aspen
least expensive : $2.83, middle of Tennessee
Clunky VW Jettas average a bit over 33 miles to the gallon, even with the air conditioning on most of the time and even driving up 8% grade mountains.
I proudly only ate at Taco Bell once.
But I had to eat at one Denny's, I just had to.
I did not eat a single fast food hamburger.
I proudly only drank hotel and gas station coffee, as in no Starbucks.
I attended five baseball games.
I went to two Presidential museums.
I visited family in four different states (reunion in Colorado; extended family in Borger, Texas; grandpa in Ponca City, Oklahoma; aunt and uncle in Tulsa; my mom outside Louisville).
XM radio is awesome! And one of the best birthday gifts ever - thanks Mom! I listened to Cubs games in the middle of nowhere and then switched over to the 80's station to sing along to Wham, freaking out all the good ol' boys in their pick-up trucks.
The monsoon rains in Colorado and New Mexico can scare the living bejeebers out of you when you're driving on curvy mountain roads. Hell, they scare you when you're going straight. We're talking pulling-over-to-the-side-of-the-road-let-me-please-die-quickly downpours. My knuckles are still white.
Prepare to feel really unhealthy when visiting Boulder. And prepare to see more Tevas and new age-ness than you've ever seen in your entire life.
Prepare to feel really poor upon walking around Aspen.
When ordering the chili in Santa Fe, do not ask for the green sauce unless you like sweating profusely in your Fat Tire draft beer.
And do not ever order the spinach enchiladas at the Artisan Hotel in Memphis unless you plan on not sleeping that night.
Tourist retirees browsing through true Route 66 antique stores are mean. Come on ladies, I'm not gonna take that overpriced Fiestaware. I'm here for the kitsch, relax.
Monica Lewinsky was mentioned twice at the Clinton Presidential Museum, but only in reference to Kenneth Starr and "mean-spirited" Republicans bent on tearing up the nation.
Not an inning goes by at a minor league baseball game where someone is not on the field trying to win a gift certificate to the local car wash by acting as a human bowling ball.
People get really drunk on martinis by 5 pm just to watch the famous duck walk at the Peabody Hotel in Memphis.
Hairsprayed bangs are still in. And not in that ironic kind of way.
Clouds look different in every single state.
Old roadside motel signs are perhaps the most under-appreciated icons of 20th century American design.
Do not walk through the tall grass and weeds in Arkansas' central delta region unless you actually enjoy the thrill of chiggers making a home in your skin. Or maybe you enjoy putting clear nail polish on your legs. Or maybe you enjoy thinking about how life would be better if you actually chopped off your throbbing ankles because the itching is so extreme.
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And of course all my gratitude goes to the fine people I met throughout the trip who provided fond memories to last forever, including :
the troublemaking staff at Teller's in Lawrence, Kansas; the gamblin' lady + friendly bartender at the Wichita Greyhound Park who taught me how to bet on dog races; the crazy dude in Boulder for showing me around; the two young peanuts on the Maroon Bells bus ride who knew more about baseball than anyone ever; the party folks in Santa Fe; the cutest waitress in all of oil country at the Big Texan Steak Ranch; the hyper Cubs fans at the Redbirds-Cubs doubleheader; every single damn person from the Midtown section of Memphis.
Thanks to them and to all who helped make this trip possible.
xoxo.
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