Mattoon, Illinois? I went to school in Charleston and worked as a cocktail waitress (not server; that's a different thing, believe me) at a restaurant/bar called Fat Albert's. That was a long time ago!
I absolutely agree that a fear of heights is really a fear of jumping, and I also would have been obsessed with that lizard.
The book sounds good. I'll keep my eye out for it.
My daughter also attended EIU. We should make a pilgrimage there. I haven’t seen that restaurant since 1988!
You know, at some point I found an old notebook in which I kept track of my tips, and realized I made much more as a pretty terrible waitress than as a pretty good journalist. I probably didn’t earn more at newspapers until I became the editor of a daily paper in 2008.
I like this Illinois team. No bad losses the entire season, two wins against probable two seeds. I mean, we would kill for this position compared to five, six years ago!
Well, I wish Illinois would have gone farther. But I have friends who are Purdue fans...Holy HELL! At least I've seen Illinois in a national title game!
I just enjoy them being part of this on an annual basis now. It will always haunt me that Malcolm Hill never played in the Big Dance. The Mid-aughts spoiled a lot of fans. Weber's first three years up until the Washington loss was the best Illini basketball of all time arguably.
The summer after high school a buddy and I decided to blow some of our summer-job money on a baseball weekend in Cincinnati. Stayed at the Sheraton-Gibson hotel downtown. We were from a small town and thinking back on it now it was probably the first time I'd ever been in a building that tall. Anyway out of nowhere I suddenly became obsessed with the fear that I was going to jump out the open window of my room. I got over it after a few hours, and it was fine, I don't think it's happened since. But I later found out that that's quite a common fear.
I just now learned, totally accidentally (i.e. I wasn't looking), that the French (of course) have a name for it, "l'appel du vide," or "the call of the void."
Driving your car into oncoming traffic is another manifestation, like Duane in Annie Hall!
Mattoon, Illinois? I went to school in Charleston and worked as a cocktail waitress (not server; that's a different thing, believe me) at a restaurant/bar called Fat Albert's. That was a long time ago!
I absolutely agree that a fear of heights is really a fear of jumping, and I also would have been obsessed with that lizard.
The book sounds good. I'll keep my eye out for it.
Cheers!
Fat Albert's! It's now "The Alamo." I still try to drop by when I'm home!
My daughter also attended EIU. We should make a pilgrimage there. I haven’t seen that restaurant since 1988!
You know, at some point I found an old notebook in which I kept track of my tips, and realized I made much more as a pretty terrible waitress than as a pretty good journalist. I probably didn’t earn more at newspapers until I became the editor of a daily paper in 2008.
I should be drinking more.
I may very well pick Illinois, to go the Sweet 16. Why? Because no one else will. No way they go any farther...
I like this Illinois team. No bad losses the entire season, two wins against probable two seeds. I mean, we would kill for this position compared to five, six years ago!
I totally agree ... but man, it's NOT five, six years ago!
Well, I wish Illinois would have gone farther. But I have friends who are Purdue fans...Holy HELL! At least I've seen Illinois in a national title game!
I just enjoy them being part of this on an annual basis now. It will always haunt me that Malcolm Hill never played in the Big Dance. The Mid-aughts spoiled a lot of fans. Weber's first three years up until the Washington loss was the best Illini basketball of all time arguably.
The summer after high school a buddy and I decided to blow some of our summer-job money on a baseball weekend in Cincinnati. Stayed at the Sheraton-Gibson hotel downtown. We were from a small town and thinking back on it now it was probably the first time I'd ever been in a building that tall. Anyway out of nowhere I suddenly became obsessed with the fear that I was going to jump out the open window of my room. I got over it after a few hours, and it was fine, I don't think it's happened since. But I later found out that that's quite a common fear.
Yeah, it gets stuck in your brain, right?
I just now learned, totally accidentally (i.e. I wasn't looking), that the French (of course) have a name for it, "l'appel du vide," or "the call of the void."
Driving your car into oncoming traffic is another manifestation, like Duane in Annie Hall!