Cleaning out the camera again.

Found my camera over the weekend which means, once again, it's time to clean the sucker out:


My little sister Kendra graduated from Great Falls High School in June as valedictorian of her class. She went to that high school on the other side of the river, though, so that's the equivalent of about a 3.2 at CMR. Kidding aside, she's an incredibly bright young woman and I couldn't be more proud of her. She'll be attending the University of Montana in the fall.

But speaking of the Great Falls High Bison, have you ever heard of another high school that skins its own mascot and hangs it on the wall of its fieldhouse? Especially with "Pride and Tradition" scripted beneath them. I know we didn't have any dead Rustlers hanging from the rafters at C.M. Russell. Am I the only one who finds this odd?

Odd as that other high school might have been, as I've mentioned on here before, my grandfather Bob Cislo was a die hard Great Falls High fan--without a doubt the biggest fan the school has ever had. He attended every home basketball game and football game, health permitting. He even used to drive to away games when I was younger. And on occasion, he would be the only person in the stands watching a Lady Bison softball game during a blizzard, even though no one in our family does now or ever has played softball. After he passed away about a year and a half ago, Great Falls High honored him by placing a plaque on his seat, informing posterity that:

After Kendra's graduation, we took a family trip out to Holter Lake on a beautiful Saturday afternoon. Lea and Mad Dog enjoying the view:
This last weekend I took a trip to Chicago with a group of law school buddies for Jason's bachelor party. I don't have many pictures, but we did take a few from the bar on top of the Hancock Building, 95 stories up. That's the Sears Tower off in the distance.

The view was incredible. You can see clear off into Indiana and, at night, the lights off in Michigan City.

This is the crew. Pretty funny trip. Jason's a big time Twins fan, so he and three other guys went to the doubleheader on Friday, where the Twins shallacked the White Sox 20-14 and 12-0 respectively. The other four of us came up later Friday and hit the Saturday game with him. In a nutshell, we hit a club or two, had some gentlemen's disagreements with a bouncer or two, the occasional pop, and a dog at the Wiener's Circle at 4 a.m. Now that place is nuts. They made a pretty good dog, but the novelty of the place is that when you place your order, the clerks start shouting obscenities at you. Not my gig exactly, but it's a Chicago staple.

Anyway, that's the skinny. Chicago kicked. Batman Returns was also being filmed across the street from our hotel too. Looking to take the Mrs. down there later this summer.

All Star game just ended. Frickin' National League. That's embarrassing. Shoulda had more Dodgers in there.