For the first time in several months, we’ve both been able to leave the office at pretty normal hours, without taking work home, more than once in a week. Finally, our respective cases have calmed down enough that we’re running near a normal work week again. It’s nice.
Also, big congratulations to my buddies Phil and Kathleen on becoming parents to a healthy, beautiful baby boy!
A friend posted this sage advice to people about the take the bar exam, like yours truly: RELAX. Yes, it’s overwhelming. Yes, there is a huge amount of material, much of it obscure. But, you know what? If you study diligently, you will pass.
Relax. It’ll all be over soon!
My friend William has created LAWIKI, a wiki accumulating information on the University of Chicago Law School. Check it out.
Sarah and I went with two mutual friends to an Indiana casino, tonight. The guys played poker while the ladies played $0.02 slots. I did well at poker, while my counterpart lost only a little. The real story, though, was that each of the women won $200, playing $0.02 slots… at the same time. They hit the same payout on adjacent machines, literally within seconds of each other. It was kind of amazing.
The more exciting aspect of my life is, of course, that my wedding is now only seven days away! That is exciting, indeed!
Location: Hyde Park McDonald’s franchise, Chicago, IL, USA
Date: Friday, April 27, 2007
Time: 8:15 PM
McDonald’s Employee: [mumbled] We don’t have southwestern dressing.
Amy: Okay. [confers with Sarah] We’d like ranch.
McDonald’s Employee: [looks confused, looks in refrigerator] We’re out of ranch.
Amy: You don’t have ranch? What other dressings do you have?
McDonald’s Employee: [long pause] I don’t know. French? Italian?
Amy: Do you have anything other than French or Italian?
McDonald’s Employee: [long pause, stares into space] Chuuuhhhh grragurrr crumin?
Wow, I feel old, now. My high school class is trying to track down all of its members, again, in preparation for our 10 year reunion, next year. If you were in the Class of 1997 at William G. Enloe High School in Raleigh, NC, go to the Enloe97 Yahoo! Group page and rejoin us!
I ran into a buddy (Nathan Renick) from my Panama City Beach summer in the Knoxville airport, Wednesday night. That’s exceptionally obscure, since he lives in Mississippi and I live in North Carolina. It just worked out that the only flight I could book (late) was through Knoxville and Nathan’s family was getting together in eastern Tennessee for Thanksgiving, this year. It is a very, very small world.
I spent the weekend (Friday through this morning) visiting my sister and brother-in-law. The weekend was lots of fun. I caught up with my good friends Brooke and Sarah (whom I’ve known probably longer than anyone else my age) and finally met some of my sister’s friends I knew only in name.
The most interesting event of the weekend, though, occurred only a little while after leaving home. I was driving west on 40 when I glanced over at the speedometer (in the MINI, the speedo is in the center). When I looked up, the pickup truck about 25 yards in front of me was heading into the median at 70 miles an hour. The next thing I saw was a gas can flying out of the truck’s bed and bouncing down my lane. By the time I figured out how to evade the gas can, the truck had spun out, hit the guardrail, and was rebounding across the freeway, sliding sideways and flinging debris (a cooler, plastic bottles, and assorted junk) everywhere. Eventually, it spun halfway back around and shot, backwards and at about 40 miles per hour, into the embankment on the right shoulder. I pulled over to help and the driver said he had fallen asleep. Nobody was hurt, fortunately, but I’m pretty sure the transmission casing was cracked – something was leaking and hissing, directly under the rear of the cab, not a tire or in the engine block. Yikes.
Needless to say, that woke me up! The rest of the trip, thankfully, passed without incident.
I don’t know how I forgot this; two of my dearest friends, Bryan and Kristine Vermillion, delivered a healthy, baby boy, today. Congratulations, Bryan and Kristine!
In the last few weeks, I have witnessed the deaths of three very different people.
The first, a neurological patient in need of therapy and her family’s love, was mercilessly and relentlessly marked for death by her husband, the judiciary, and a great many Americans who claim to value life. Why did she have to die? Terri Schiavo wasn’t hurting anyone; she wasn’t even in pain, herself…
The second, a man who lived his whole life in the service of his God, died when his body simply gave in to the many illnesses he had been fighting for many years. He lived out the gospel of suffering he had preached for so long, demonstrating that there is value in human life, though we can never truly be free of pain. I have no doubt that Pope John Paul II, now, again, simply Karol Wojtyla, was met by his Father with the words, “Well done, my good and faithful servant.”
The third death, though, was the most personal. One of the most brilliant people I have ever known, a dear friend, and a graduate of Rice University and MIT, Neal Jameson, III, passed away on March 10, 2005. I am not sure what the circumstances were, but I know that Neal wrestled mightily with many issues on this earth. I am glad to know that he is also resting in his eternal home; he will be missed.
Neal Ward Jameson, III
April 23, 1978 – March 10, 2005