Garage sale season in the Midwest went into full swing last month and veteran shoppers for “treasures and trivia” who circle the block at 7:30 a.m. waiting for that garage door to roll open, looking for that bargain or “Antique Roadshow” find, are out in droves.
You know you’re old (or at least not young anymore) when the cousins you still picture as bouncy babies graduate, not the eighth grade, but high school. It’s sadly happened to me twice now: My cousin, Alex, threw off his cap last year, and I was decked out in my Hawaiian best (at the request of the graduate) last weekend for my cousin Lindsay’s big send-off into the big wide world.
My father taught me two very important lessons about life: When in doubt, always use a conversion factor, and see to it that you live a life free of regret, both in actions and in words.
He maintains a daily routine, making the rounds to coffee breaks between his favorite hangouts in Sandwich and Somonauk. Six days a week he plans his route so he always gets to socialize with the crew at Jim’s Automotive shop in Somonauk and the guys in the shop at the Sandwich fairgrounds.
