The morning after the massive January 1967 blizzard in Chicago, nothing was moving on the streets. Cars, trucks and busses were all stuck in the snow.
And I had to get to work in the LaSalle Street financial district.
My plan was to walk several blocks from my apartment on Lake Shore Drive to the subway which would get me about 3 1/2 blocks from my office.
I managed to walk three blocks to Michigan Avenue and as I arrived, a huge articulated front end loader pulled up and the driver yelled “I’m heading downtown. Want a ride?”
I said yes and he told me to step into the front scoop and off we went. He offered others the same opportunity and before long there were seven of us standing in the scoop!
He dropped me within two blocks of my office. Fun memory!
In 1975, when I was the nightly honky-tonk piano player at the Upstairs and Downstairs bistro on the old Queenstown Mall, the only gondola in the South Island (I believe) was the one that carried visitors to the restaurant at the top of Bob's Peak. Clearly, the town has changed a lot since then. I was one of the original bungee jumpers from the Kawarau Bridge, and an early jet-boater on the Shotover. Great memories. (And now I"m hanging out among the UXOs in remote Laos.)
The Disney monorail.
The morning after the massive January 1967 blizzard in Chicago, nothing was moving on the streets. Cars, trucks and busses were all stuck in the snow.
And I had to get to work in the LaSalle Street financial district.
My plan was to walk several blocks from my apartment on Lake Shore Drive to the subway which would get me about 3 1/2 blocks from my office.
I managed to walk three blocks to Michigan Avenue and as I arrived, a huge articulated front end loader pulled up and the driver yelled “I’m heading downtown. Want a ride?”
I said yes and he told me to step into the front scoop and off we went. He offered others the same opportunity and before long there were seven of us standing in the scoop!
He dropped me within two blocks of my office. Fun memory!
Ox Cart in Cambodia.
In 1975, when I was the nightly honky-tonk piano player at the Upstairs and Downstairs bistro on the old Queenstown Mall, the only gondola in the South Island (I believe) was the one that carried visitors to the restaurant at the top of Bob's Peak. Clearly, the town has changed a lot since then. I was one of the original bungee jumpers from the Kawarau Bridge, and an early jet-boater on the Shotover. Great memories. (And now I"m hanging out among the UXOs in remote Laos.)