We strive for stories to tell. Perhaps in search of one that has never been told. Photography is one way to communicate that story. I hope my photographs and writing help to stir up that emotion of storytelling, allowing you to dream of the possibilities.
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I cannot stop thinking about Mike. He made an everlasting impression on me. He is deep in my heart. I will never forget him. Rest in peace, Mike.
His untimely death makes me realize how fragile our lives are. How bickering about petty things means nothing in life. Enjoying and living life means everything. I saw Mike as fulfilling his life, his dreams, with his family and music. Thank you Mike for showing us a way to journey in life with appreciation.
Here are the only single photographs I have of him. Lots of photographs from others are out on the Internet. Feel free to download mine and print if you wish, any of these photographs. Please do not sell them, or remove my tag. (Photos are still copyright protected. I am giving rights to download, use as a digital picture for yourself, and print for yourself only.)
Here is a link to a video taken by Rita Stile (who has given me permission to post) taken at B.L.U.E.S. on Halsted. This video of Mike is how I remember his music. Thank you Rita for letting me post!
(Note: This blog is of their previous location. New location is just West. Address end of blog)
Out with the old and in with the new. Bombers BBQ is moving to another store front (has moved at the time of this posting). Basically right around the corner. The address is near the bottom of this blog.
I have been to a few placed in NW Indiana that serve BBQ. Some specialize in it, other do not however say they have the best. For me, Bombers rates the highest on my list of all of them. Taste, service, cleanliness, and very consistent with their product.
My bride Christi enjoys the their brisket platter with mac & cheese and fries, while I enjoy the full slab of St. Louis ribs (because I want to take some home), with mac & cheese, and slaw or fries.
Here are some photographs of the original store . . .
Tonight (1/21/19) we went to the new location. A lot more room! The food was great as expected. Christi had the brisket patter again, this time with pork & beans along with sweet potato fries with aioli. I switched up and had the shrimp with mac & cheese, and the sweet potato fries with aioli. The food was great, and most surprisingly the sweet potato fries and the aioli were out of this world! The shrimp were all fully shelled with BBQ sauce. It has a little crunchy something on it (it is not breaded shrimp) that helped hold the BBQ taste when you ate it. It was like heaven.
Here are some photographs of the new location. It was too cold for me to stand outside late at night to photograph the outside.
The center benches have removable sections for wheel chair access. Cool idea!
So if you are hanker'n for some BBQ, go check out Bombers BBQ. (Plenty of parking lot North of Ridge off Harrison Ave.)
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This night of music brought me back to my happy place. It reminded me of the roots music Office Sessions I had attended in Chicago. Opening tonight were 3 unplugged musicians from the Unstoppables, doing all acoustic. Roots music at it’s finest. After them Marrakesh Express headlined. Two of my friends, Joe Baranowski and Pete Calacci debuted their guitar play.
As I write this I realize that Pete has been the instrument for my bride Christi and I getting together, twice for the first time. Once at Chicago House of Blues, and second at Calvin Belts benefit concert. That is another story to tell later.
All of these guys, both bands, made me proud. Most of all I need to give kudos to my buddy Pete Calacci on guitar. He elevated himself to the calling this evening, appreciated both by the band and the audience, as you saw their smiles and cheers. Not to take away from friend Joe. He commented that he is learning a lot playing alongside Pete. Do not let that statement sell Joe short. He is coming into his own, with great style, different from Pete as it should be. To note, both Pete and Joe recently joined Merrikesh Express, this being their first gig in public with this band.
Of course it is always great to see Greg Ashby on stage. His being, his play, pulls you into his vibe. The audience becomes one with him.
I am not underselling the other musicians. They all were strong. Each of these guys love what they do. What I noticed more tonight compared to other bands, and is what I try to find in bands, is when a band plays for each other, when they get into their groove, when they go into their little universe of fun, challenging themselves to be the best. They impress the audience and make it a lot more fun for us that way. These two bands stepped up and did just that tonight.
This camaraderie of talent is what pulls me post a lot of
photographs. I normally dislike posting a lot of photographs because it distracts from the fun of the
blog post. I just overcome that when I had a really good evening captured
digitally. (Wanted to write captured on film then hit me, I am digital now.) Hence, yes there are a lot of photographs in this particular blog post.
So enjoy the photographs. Most of all please see these two
bands, whether full strength, unplugged, or paired down in another way. You
will be pleased, at the very least. Also, check back later for a link to my
bride Christi’s photos of the show.
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