New Experiance High . . .

It's been two whole hours and not one single post! Come on! Doesn't anyone out there know that THE BLOG is finally on the web?!?
No, I do have a slightly stronger relationship with reality than that. Not much though. I was talking to my little sis, whom we shall call, The Shooter, that's an occupational reference, hmmm, and I thought I would bulk up the posts a little. This is her with the Black Hole of Attetion (it's a term of endearment) in the Jamaican airport.











Also, back in 2001 the Bears' Brian Urlacher was in Papa's Store. Here's some annecdotal info about that. Obviously it's been sanitized.













It was a normal day at the [store] [somewhere]. We were busy. The Chicago Bears were in town for their training camp at the UWP. Consequently, many fans were in town as well, and hungry. I guess the players were hungry, too, for Brain Urlacher was sitting in the lobby with his wife and daughter, enjoying their lunch. We always loved it when one of the players came into the store. We not only got to meet the players ourselves, but we also thoroughly enjoyed watching other customers reaction when they walked in and saw who was there. Today was no exception. Brain Urlacher was sitting in plain view in the middle of the lobby when two young men entered. They didn’t notice him right away, and I started taking their order. The one man, with a #54 jersey on, ordered and turned to get ketchup. He stopped mid-stride, stared, then retreated to the register. He held a quick consultation with his friend as to whether his eyes were deceiving him. I was smiling to myself and confirmed their suspicions. They got their food and sat, not wanting to disturb his lunch. When Mr. Urlacher and family got up to leave, the fans approached and asked him if he would sign the jersey and a picture. Urlacher willingly complied by having the fan turn around so he could sign the back of his jersey. They thanked him and he left. They were quite pumped about the whole experience and came up to the front counter again to ask my dad, the owner/operator, if they could have the tray that Brain Urlacher had eaten off of. Dad happily agreed and complimented him on his jersey. The fan then removed the jersey so that the signature would not be smudged on the ride home. At Dad’s suggestion they put the tray inside the jersey, carefully laying the signed portion on the top of the tray and folding the jersey around it. Thanking us and still excited from their experience, they exited the store, gently laying it in the back seat of their car as if it was the 'holy grail', leaving me with yet another fun memory.
-The Shooter" -article used with express permision from the author.

Okay, so I was just a little excited. There have been some postings. Thanks guys. Er, girls.