Chuck went home today, but I picked up Jaime at the airport. And, last night Ryan and Tom McMurray drove Patty up from Columbus, OH. Later tonight my guy Leonard and his friend Nick are coming over from Michigan.
You remember Leonard -
Yup, that's him.
Today is going to be an interesting, unexpectable (is that a word? Spell check says not) day. After picking up Jaime, we drove back to Joliet to pick up the bus and then went back to the hotel. Later this afternoon, we drive our convoy down to McCormick Place to take the vehicles in for the annual International Association of Fire Chiefs Fire Rescue International show. The "girls" will be there til Saturday evening, we'll be there Thursday for cleaning and set up and Friday and Saturday we'll be there all day. Not sure what to expect other than a lot of sitting around, especially in traffic. If you know me IRL, you know how well I do with that...
I got the pictures downloaded from our Peru visit.
Here's Gary signing Leslie...
And one with his family...
And one with us...
And one with the group...
Again, we all agreed, the Peru visit was pretty special. Great support group around Gary and his family.
This afternoon we loaded up and drove down to McCormick Place or, at least to the Truck Marshaling Area, something I never knew existed. We headed down that way, kind of assuming there'd be signs or something.
Wrong.
We got off the Stevenson at LSD northbound and saw nothing. A couple blocks over to Michigan Ave. and still nothing so Jaime pulled over to check his email. He read the directions to me a couple times and I looked at Google Maps while he read it. Lo and behold, there it was, right off 31st Street, just like the email said it was. Dropped off our girls, wandered around the lot looking at fire engines and then got back in the car and headed back out to suburbia. Vickkkkkkki drove, she's becoming a fine Chicago area driver btw, changing lanes, honking horns and cursing people out with the best of them. In fact, let's play...
(fanfare please)
"Meet Your Pink Heals Tour Driver"
Tonight, meet Vickkkkkkkkki from South Texas. NOT Texas, SOUTH Texas (apparently there's a difference)
She's been on tour from the start, I think she's trying to beat John Rhyne's record for time on tour. She has the retail aspect of touring dialed in. She knows how much of everything we have and where to find it. She works her tail off and has managed, in a male dominated atmosphere, to be loved and respected by all of us.
And feared.
Back home, for fun, she hunts hogs.
Like wild boar hogs. The kind with ginormous tusks. And bad attitudes.
With a knife.
She comes screaming out of the cornfields, camo paint on her face, a knife in each hand and one clenched in her teeth, flying, seemingly out of nowhere, landing on the back of the hog with a blood curdling yell and slitting it's throat as she bays art the moon.
Well, that MIGHT be a slight exaggeration.
Maybe.
I prefer to think of it as accurate.
Also, I've never met anyone that spells her name quite like that. I mean I've known Vicki's and Vikki's and even a Vicci I think, but never a Vickki. It just doesn't seem right. I mena, why stop at two k's, you know?
So I prefer spelling it Vickkkkkkki.
Just kidding Vickkkki, you're my favorite person from South Texas, ever. And, I'm afraid of you.
Just kidding.
Kinda.
But seriously, you're the best!
Pink Heals!
Peace
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