Potentates (Revisited)...For Grandpa (RIP 12/11/09)

Well, internet, this past Saturday was the one-year anniversary of my grandfather's death. I've been a little freaked out thinking that this will be the first Christmas with neither of my grandparents around and even more freaked out that the anniversaries of their deaths are also both this month.




This morning, my grandmother on my mom's side of the family sent me this link from the Pepsi Refresh Project and it appears that someone wants to fix up the old Calumet Theatre. This, my friends, is where most of my very early memories of my dearest Grandpa take place. He was a member of the Calumet Players when I was just a tiny thing. I remember seeing him on stage and how much excitement I got from watching him perform. He was, by no means, a professional actor, but he was good. I mean, really good. He used to come to visit with us during intermission and I would always giggle about the fact that he was wearing blush (come on, guys, I was three or four).



Needless to say, this place holds a significance for me and my heart swelled to see that someone (or lots of someones) want to make it new again. Please go and vote, for my grandpa!
 
(just because)

Home

After a grueling eight hours wandering aiports across the country and sleeping in odd positions, I finally made it home.

Nothing's changed in the last five years. The blanket of white that covers the ground was neither welcomed or a shock and the one room aiport was buzzing with people speaking in an accent so familiar that I could predict the syllables as they were uttered.

Nonetheless, it was beautiful here. I peered out the window of the "puddle jumper" (the only plane that will travel to my home) as we landed and recognized the house on the corner of Airport Road and the oddly shaped building now abandoned which used to house motorcycles and parts.

And just like no time had passed. I was home again.