When my friend first told me of energy healing and Reiki, all I could think of was Whoopi Goldberg as Oda Mae Brown in "Ghost." I still contend that is one of the most unintended hilarious movies, by the way. And as Yve is explaining energy healing to me, I'm hearing, "Morticia, I can hardly see you. Baby, what'd you do to your hair?" ["You like it? It's called 'autumn sunrise'."] But when I learned it was about a Japanese concept of using energy for spiritual and physical healing, I was more than intrigued. In traveling to Japan last year, I have an incredibly well-founded respect for this intelligent, polite, orderly, considerate culture. Behind every bow, every movement, every action, there is well-considered thought. Rei translates to "God's wisdom or a higher power" and Ki means "life force energy." Together, "Reiki" uses a Universal Life Force to heal or balance from within.
I revisited this art of healing. Researching local teachers deemed a bit challenging. Friends who were either familiar with or have had experienced Reiki had no firm recommendations. I googled some in Milwaukee and found since many treatments are done within the homes of practitioners, I was less inclined to select a male instructor and attend alone. Others seemed to have a focus on certain elements with which I may or may not have been comfortable. I looked to the Chicago area and found one who seemed not only credible -- certified in Reiki-ssage, Reconnective Healing and Pre-Cognitive Education (among others) -- but also fit my criteria with regard to years of training, different focuses and personal experience.
I contacted Patricia Heenan from Evanston and scheduled an appointment. A petite lady in her 60s opened the door. Her warm disposition made me feel welcome straightaway. We spoke for a good 45 minutes about her background, and how she first got into this line of study. Patricia shared that her son has suffered from Tourette Syndrome since he was five. He is now 38. Patricia needed to get through to him somehow, in addition to the efforts of music therapy. For a hyperactive child, now adult, he is able to lie still and receive treatment for over an hour -- a thought that was once impossible. "It turned out that he became my best client. He's like a baby receiving my energy. And it became clear that I was the only one who could help him. We have a true bond." Patricia continued, "If I can help him, I can help anybody."
She is an intuitive too. She sat across from me and began to feel my energy, an "intuitive check." She explained that the body is made of seven energy centers or chakras. Starting at the top of her head, Patricia touched her crown and held one palm facing me. She then moved to her brow and touched her throat, the sixth and fifth chakra and again held her other palm out to face me. She continued down to the other chakras (heart, solar plexus, sacral and root). She relayed everything looked relatively open, meaning no major blockages that would prevent energy flow. She also explained areas like the power center or solar plexus is typically from where men operate -- the gut. The lower chakra area, including sacral and root are typically weaker or blocked among women.
When we continued in our exchange of life tales, she mentioned she was an empath. I was not quite certain sure what this meant, until she heard my story and began saying a meditative prayer for me. I began to cry. So did she. An empath can sense the truth, not a facade simply projected for show. This compassion aids in breaking down walls and manifesting true emotion. She was a soul present without judgment, but feeling what was flowing through me. And I began to release.
After our discussion, we moved to the reiki table. I lay face down, fully clothed and she began meditation while providing a "reiki-ssage." She explained that Reiki works with the chakra system, versus a method like acupuncture which works with the meridian system. It seems the meridian system is more physiologically based on bloodflow and nerve points determined on the skin. This treatment is a powerful combination of Reiki energy work and therapeutic touch, and it is certified under reiki versus massage therapy. As Patricia maneuvered around my body, she commented on a tremendous source of inner strength, but found emotional blockage. She continued meditative prayer and cried throughout the course of the session.
When we were through, we talked a bit more of her incredibly interesting experiences and other gifts, the difference between karma (actions of mind and body) and dharma (a universal norm to live by, which is determined by one's cumulative karma) and finding closure from our session. She did recommend not to talk afterwards...to remain in this space and let the energy balance, which can work within for up to 36 hours.
It was perfect timing. The latter half of my efforts in re-centering was going away on holiday for the remainder of the week. I left my phone behind to disconnect and re-connect with those most important -- my husband, family and friends. And that portion, an annual special holiday, remains personal. ;)
To find more information on Patricia Heenan, please visit her site www.spiritualrelease.com.
6 July - Storming the Bastille
Sometimes the best thing for me to do is to walk into a situation blind. Cold turkey. Depending on the situation, of course. The annual run of Storming the Bastille was one of th
ose situations. It is a 5K (3.1 mile) run that marks the opening of my favorite Milwaukee festival, Bastille Days. It is a manageable walk around Cathedral Square, with live music, interesting characters and a 43-foot Eiffel Tower. Give me my "Chicken Kebab Sandwich" from Aladdin and "Mosaic Crepe" from Cream and Crepe, and I'm good to go.
And for as many years I had been enjoying this soiree, I never participated in the run. No desire. I almost did last year. I was packed and ready to go...until I joined my friends for a beverage at Umami Moto's opening. As most of them left for the starting line, my friend Amy and I, engrossed in great conversation found it necessary to head to Cubanitas for my favorite Cuban sandwich and a Caipirinha. And it was necessary.
So, I figured this year was the year. I do not run like I used to, so I had not "trained." I even had to ask my girlfriend what people wear running -- the last pair of athletic shorts I purchased was over 1
0 years ago. So I at least updated the wardrobe in that arena with an athletic tank and skort. I walked up to my friends who were perched in a prime spot outside of Singha Thai. Dishes galore, tempting me with Pad Thai and Basil Fried Rice. They were laughing, teasing me in my nonchalance, snapping photos while watching these serious runners do their calisthenics. "Joy, shouldn't you at least be stretching out?" The two who initially encouraged me, Yvette and John, had already done their light five to 10 minute jog to warm up. Uh...for real? Is that what I am supposed to do?
There was a team stretch by a group called the "Pink Panthers." I asked friends for some quick tips, as runners were approaching the starting line. I heard t
hings like, "be sure to inhale deeply and exhale it all, otherwise you may cramp" or, "last year, I thought I was almost done with the race, then realized I wasn't even close." Or "the incline on the last stretch was brutal." So going into this run, I made mental note to manage my own expectations. I tried looking at the map and asked myself "Why bother?," as I am a poor judge in distance and am pretty certain the last time I ran a mile was in high school gym class.
I actually felt peaceful while being comfortably aware of being unaware of where the path will lead. Dee-Lite's "Smile On" passed the time nicely as I looked around to see people giggling and talking...something I simply cannot fathom while running. It not only adds to the physical exhaustion, but tests my mental fortitude. Nice change in attitude as "Lips Like Sugar" chimed into my personal stereo. As the fleeting chagrin of "I thought I was almost done" dawned on me, I could tell we were more than halfway there. I see the people on the side cheering...young families, empty nesters, friends out at The Wicked Hop raising their mugs and Bat Man standing on Broadway... That was a welcome sight. Bat Man. Mask and all.
I am thoroughly enjoying this camaraderie until I realize my left ear bud stopped working at "Mayor of Simpleton." Shucks. The mental support started to hinge and sway. I kept telling myself that if I stopped, then I would be done for the rest of the run, so I at least kept the
trot. The crowd continued to pull and lead. I still have no idea when this will end. Then came that dreaded final incline to the finish line. I kept the pace and looked up at the clock. I saw the number 28:29.
28 minute 5k. Again, sometimes the only way to prepare is to not, and just go with the flow. Check in with me next year, though. Now that I know what to expect, you might find me back at Cubanitas for some Ropa Vieja.
ose situations. It is a 5K (3.1 mile) run that marks the opening of my favorite Milwaukee festival, Bastille Days. It is a manageable walk around Cathedral Square, with live music, interesting characters and a 43-foot Eiffel Tower. Give me my "Chicken Kebab Sandwich" from Aladdin and "Mosaic Crepe" from Cream and Crepe, and I'm good to go.And for as many years I had been enjoying this soiree, I never participated in the run. No desire. I almost did last year. I was packed and ready to go...until I joined my friends for a beverage at Umami Moto's opening. As most of them left for the starting line, my friend Amy and I, engrossed in great conversation found it necessary to head to Cubanitas for my favorite Cuban sandwich and a Caipirinha. And it was necessary.
So, I figured this year was the year. I do not run like I used to, so I had not "trained." I even had to ask my girlfriend what people wear running -- the last pair of athletic shorts I purchased was over 1
0 years ago. So I at least updated the wardrobe in that arena with an athletic tank and skort. I walked up to my friends who were perched in a prime spot outside of Singha Thai. Dishes galore, tempting me with Pad Thai and Basil Fried Rice. They were laughing, teasing me in my nonchalance, snapping photos while watching these serious runners do their calisthenics. "Joy, shouldn't you at least be stretching out?" The two who initially encouraged me, Yvette and John, had already done their light five to 10 minute jog to warm up. Uh...for real? Is that what I am supposed to do?There was a team stretch by a group called the "Pink Panthers." I asked friends for some quick tips, as runners were approaching the starting line. I heard t
hings like, "be sure to inhale deeply and exhale it all, otherwise you may cramp" or, "last year, I thought I was almost done with the race, then realized I wasn't even close." Or "the incline on the last stretch was brutal." So going into this run, I made mental note to manage my own expectations. I tried looking at the map and asked myself "Why bother?," as I am a poor judge in distance and am pretty certain the last time I ran a mile was in high school gym class.As the h
ost started counting down to start time, my hands began to sweat. I looked back at my friends having a cultural feast and giggling at my expense, raising their glasses. I finally realized with four minutes to go, that I had an "on-the-go" option on my iphone, which allowed me to create an updated playlist. Yes. Yvette said the run is only 14 songs long. 14?! I plugged in 20 and looked up to the sky for a last call for help.
So started the timer. And the run. I pressed play and listened to my own inhale and exhale to "1, 2 Step." Bodies jumping, adjusting and readjusting for an open space; other bodies trying to set their pace. I checked to see if Yvette and John were still to my left. Song two: "I'm Good, I'm Gone." We traversed up a hill by the lake. There is something magical in traveling as a group of strangers with the added element of nighttime. Everyone was in a great mood. And some were quite serious, beginning to concentrate harder than before.
ost started counting down to start time, my hands began to sweat. I looked back at my friends having a cultural feast and giggling at my expense, raising their glasses. I finally realized with four minutes to go, that I had an "on-the-go" option on my iphone, which allowed me to create an updated playlist. Yes. Yvette said the run is only 14 songs long. 14?! I plugged in 20 and looked up to the sky for a last call for help.So started the timer. And the run. I pressed play and listened to my own inhale and exhale to "1, 2 Step." Bodies jumping, adjusting and readjusting for an open space; other bodies trying to set their pace. I checked to see if Yvette and John were still to my left. Song two: "I'm Good, I'm Gone." We traversed up a hill by the lake. There is something magical in traveling as a group of strangers with the added element of nighttime. Everyone was in a great mood. And some were quite serious, beginning to concentrate harder than before.
I actually felt peaceful while being comfortably aware of being unaware of where the path will lead. Dee-Lite's "Smile On" passed the time nicely as I looked around to see people giggling and talking...something I simply cannot fathom while running. It not only adds to the physical exhaustion, but tests my mental fortitude. Nice change in attitude as "Lips Like Sugar" chimed into my personal stereo. As the fleeting chagrin of "I thought I was almost done" dawned on me, I could tell we were more than halfway there. I see the people on the side cheering...young families, empty nesters, friends out at The Wicked Hop raising their mugs and Bat Man standing on Broadway... That was a welcome sight. Bat Man. Mask and all.
I am thoroughly enjoying this camaraderie until I realize my left ear bud stopped working at "Mayor of Simpleton." Shucks. The mental support started to hinge and sway. I kept telling myself that if I stopped, then I would be done for the rest of the run, so I at least kept the
trot. The crowd continued to pull and lead. I still have no idea when this will end. Then came that dreaded final incline to the finish line. I kept the pace and looked up at the clock. I saw the number 28:29.28 minute 5k. Again, sometimes the only way to prepare is to not, and just go with the flow. Check in with me next year, though. Now that I know what to expect, you might find me back at Cubanitas for some Ropa Vieja.
29 June - Tasting Summer at The Iron Horse Hotel
Summer. Feel the sun on my skin, the smell of natural oils mixed with lotion. Listen to the cars zooming by on their way to unknown destinations, the occasional bass booming from an open window donning a 20-something in Ray Ban's...all welcome company. I smell marinated flank steak cooking on the barbie and think of my favorite 
frequents...Summerfest, La Merenda for cuisine, live music anywhere and Iron Horse Hotel for cocktails.
Featured on the "Today Show" and Conde Nast's "Travelers Hot List for 2009", the Iron Horse captures the essence of edgy chic and casual cool. With an eclectic decor of primitive antiques, wrought iron, amber glass and Edison bulbs, this hotel has attracted world travelers. It sits at the base of a historic and active railroad. "Iron Horse" is what Native Americans used to call the train. The modern day interpretation of "Iron Horse" is the motorcycle. Eloquently enough, a guest will find the new Harley-Davidson Museum nearby.
frequents...Summerfest, La Merenda for cuisine, live music anywhere and Iron Horse Hotel for cocktails.Featured on the "Today Show" and Conde Nast's "Travelers Hot List for 2009", the Iron Horse captures the essence of edgy chic and casual cool. With an eclectic decor of primitive antiques, wrought iron, amber glass and Edison bulbs, this hotel has attracted world travelers. It sits at the base of a historic and active railroad. "Iron Horse" is what Native Americans used to call the train. The modern day interpretation of "Iron Horse" is the motorcycle. Eloquently enough, a guest will find the new Harley-Davidson Museum nearby.
"When you come to a hotel like this, 
you don't want to order a cosmo at the bar. It's already been done and too mainstream. I would expect to see trained bartenders who take the classic cocktail, then twist and resurface them on the menu," says Dustin Drankiewicz, resident mixologist and head bartender of the Iron Horse.
The weekly task was tasting the 10 new Signature Cocktails of Branded, the main bar and restaurant of the Iron Horse. These are to be introduced this week. Branded's signature cocktails are infused with certain herbs and spices. With names like Ginger Snap, Apple Jacques, Reviver and Beeka, after Dustin's grandmother, what's not to pique one's interest? And of course, I had to bring a crew of discriminating palates...John, Yvette and Cora. The overall comments were "refreshing, unique, crisp and perfect spectrum of exactly what you want." The thought process behind creating this season's span of rock drinks was to use fresh herbs to enhance the flavor profiles, stay on the sweeter side, and the use of simple syrups. All products are from the distributor Capitol-Husting. And all alcohol bases are infused by Dustin himself.
Dustin uses only fresh ingredients and herbs to infuse and garnish the specials
-- from lemongrass, rosemary, sage, basil to granny smith apples. He tends to avoid the neutral spirits like vodka but prefers gin, bourbon, vermouth and whiskey to infuse. And he is quite select in using Rehorst products and tastes like St. Germain, a liqueur based on the Elderflower from the Alps.
Being a mixologist, there comes a wealth of much knowledge. As Dustin was describing some of the ingredients, he would launch off on the history of Milwaukee-based Rehorst, or how the heirs of Chambord branched into two products, Canton, a ginger-based cognac and St. Germain. I asked how Dustin began his interest in mixology. "I was bartending and cooking in Las Vegas for two years...with someone who kept up with educating himself on different techniques of cooking. He would
feed me knowledge. This sparked a passion for experimenting with herbs and spices. I would go home and start cooking with different tastes. This eventually spilled over to mixology.... Gary Regan was a big influence. [From reading his books on mixology] I realized there were different levels of bartending -- making classic cocktails versus serving a beer."
Thus began Dustin's new creative outlet and interest in experimenting with different flavor profiles. He told us of a story that while making fish tacos, he decided to garnish them with sage. He took a sip of lemonade with the sage taste still on his palate and thought the two blended nicely. Mix in taking a bite of a pear, thus came his idea of "Cristal Flower"...a pear- and sage-infused gin with lemon juice, ginger simple syrup and St. Germain. Complemented with a sprig of rosemary inhaled with the sip, it won us over. John said it was the quintessential outside drink on a good hot summer day. This was Yvette's favorite.
The next cocktail, The Reviver, is Dustin's take on a "pick me up", serving the same purpose of the classic Bloody Mary. The twist is using the anise taste of Absinthe, St. Germaine, Lillet Blanc, a white wine vermouth, lemon juice and Plymouth Gin. The beauty of t
his, in our opinion, was the hint of licorice was subtle with a nice citrus taste. To me, after letting it sit, it seemed the taste opened up like the bouquet of a red wine. It marinated and mellowed.
The Apple Jacques was quite interesting. Comments on this was "complex taste and establishes its own category." Dustin used a coriander simple syrup, muddled basil and ginger, lemon juice and rye whiskey infused with granny smith apples. Simply delightful.
The Ginger Snap was not only aesthetically pleasing, but one of our favorites in taste. It contained gin, Canton, cinnamon simple syrup, ginger beer, mint and lime juice. It is interesting to note the ginger. Dustin mentioned he likes to keep up with the latest trends, confirming why I have seen more ginger beers in a few restaurants in Milwaukee.
The next cocktail was mine and Cora's personal favorite, Pineapple Smash. All the flavor profiles suited me, as I am a big fan of basil. My husband and I make a lime basil granita in the summer months. The peach simple sugar, lemon juice, basil, Rehorst gin infused with pineapple was excellent.
Ol' Donny Boy...our comments? The best-scented. A Mexican Mimosa, as John called it. This incorporates the citrus of orange, lemon, lime and cherry with Agave simple syrup and tequila. Pleasant remnant of nostalgia of breakfast with my family as a child.
The Beeka is named after Dustin's grandmother, due to its "sweet and stern" nature at the same time. He incorporates a taste of Wisconsin with Door County Cherry-infused brandy.
The remaining cocktails are Pryor Street with an orange blossom liqueur garnished with rosemary, Round #1 with Barcadi's Dragon Berry (strawberry), and Nacional with essences of peach and apricot.
Truly, this breadth of signature cocktails spans the spectrum of discriminating palates as there is something here for everyone. I look forward to enjoying a few on Iron Horse's outdoor patio,
"The Yard." The ambience simulates friends' rooftop lounges in Chicago...a feeling of home. I also look forward to checking in with Dustin next season to see what more he has learned and with whose paths he crossed that may have left a new influence. "You are as good as the people you empower yourself with."
Well said, my friend. Be sure to pay Dustin a visit and taste a bit of summer.
More information on the Iron Horse can be found at http://www.theironhorsehotel.com/.
you don't want to order a cosmo at the bar. It's already been done and too mainstream. I would expect to see trained bartenders who take the classic cocktail, then twist and resurface them on the menu," says Dustin Drankiewicz, resident mixologist and head bartender of the Iron Horse.The weekly task was tasting the 10 new Signature Cocktails of Branded, the main bar and restaurant of the Iron Horse. These are to be introduced this week. Branded's signature cocktails are infused with certain herbs and spices. With names like Ginger Snap, Apple Jacques, Reviver and Beeka, after Dustin's grandmother, what's not to pique one's interest? And of course, I had to bring a crew of discriminating palates...John, Yvette and Cora. The overall comments were "refreshing, unique, crisp and perfect spectrum of exactly what you want." The thought process behind creating this season's span of rock drinks was to use fresh herbs to enhance the flavor profiles, stay on the sweeter side, and the use of simple syrups. All products are from the distributor Capitol-Husting. And all alcohol bases are infused by Dustin himself.
Dustin uses only fresh ingredients and herbs to infuse and garnish the specials
-- from lemongrass, rosemary, sage, basil to granny smith apples. He tends to avoid the neutral spirits like vodka but prefers gin, bourbon, vermouth and whiskey to infuse. And he is quite select in using Rehorst products and tastes like St. Germain, a liqueur based on the Elderflower from the Alps.Being a mixologist, there comes a wealth of much knowledge. As Dustin was describing some of the ingredients, he would launch off on the history of Milwaukee-based Rehorst, or how the heirs of Chambord branched into two products, Canton, a ginger-based cognac and St. Germain. I asked how Dustin began his interest in mixology. "I was bartending and cooking in Las Vegas for two years...with someone who kept up with educating himself on different techniques of cooking. He would
feed me knowledge. This sparked a passion for experimenting with herbs and spices. I would go home and start cooking with different tastes. This eventually spilled over to mixology.... Gary Regan was a big influence. [From reading his books on mixology] I realized there were different levels of bartending -- making classic cocktails versus serving a beer."Thus began Dustin's new creative outlet and interest in experimenting with different flavor profiles. He told us of a story that while making fish tacos, he decided to garnish them with sage. He took a sip of lemonade with the sage taste still on his palate and thought the two blended nicely. Mix in taking a bite of a pear, thus came his idea of "Cristal Flower"...a pear- and sage-infused gin with lemon juice, ginger simple syrup and St. Germain. Complemented with a sprig of rosemary inhaled with the sip, it won us over. John said it was the quintessential outside drink on a good hot summer day. This was Yvette's favorite.
The next cocktail, The Reviver, is Dustin's take on a "pick me up", serving the same purpose of the classic Bloody Mary. The twist is using the anise taste of Absinthe, St. Germaine, Lillet Blanc, a white wine vermouth, lemon juice and Plymouth Gin. The beauty of t
his, in our opinion, was the hint of licorice was subtle with a nice citrus taste. To me, after letting it sit, it seemed the taste opened up like the bouquet of a red wine. It marinated and mellowed.The Apple Jacques was quite interesting. Comments on this was "complex taste and establishes its own category." Dustin used a coriander simple syrup, muddled basil and ginger, lemon juice and rye whiskey infused with granny smith apples. Simply delightful.
The Ginger Snap was not only aesthetically pleasing, but one of our favorites in taste. It contained gin, Canton, cinnamon simple syrup, ginger beer, mint and lime juice. It is interesting to note the ginger. Dustin mentioned he likes to keep up with the latest trends, confirming why I have seen more ginger beers in a few restaurants in Milwaukee.
The next cocktail was mine and Cora's personal favorite, Pineapple Smash. All the flavor profiles suited me, as I am a big fan of basil. My husband and I make a lime basil granita in the summer months. The peach simple sugar, lemon juice, basil, Rehorst gin infused with pineapple was excellent.
Ol' Donny Boy...our comments? The best-scented. A Mexican Mimosa, as John called it. This incorporates the citrus of orange, lemon, lime and cherry with Agave simple syrup and tequila. Pleasant remnant of nostalgia of breakfast with my family as a child.
The Beeka is named after Dustin's grandmother, due to its "sweet and stern" nature at the same time. He incorporates a taste of Wisconsin with Door County Cherry-infused brandy.
The remaining cocktails are Pryor Street with an orange blossom liqueur garnished with rosemary, Round #1 with Barcadi's Dragon Berry (strawberry), and Nacional with essences of peach and apricot.
Truly, this breadth of signature cocktails spans the spectrum of discriminating palates as there is something here for everyone. I look forward to enjoying a few on Iron Horse's outdoor patio,
"The Yard." The ambience simulates friends' rooftop lounges in Chicago...a feeling of home. I also look forward to checking in with Dustin next season to see what more he has learned and with whose paths he crossed that may have left a new influence. "You are as good as the people you empower yourself with."Well said, my friend. Be sure to pay Dustin a visit and taste a bit of summer.
More information on the Iron Horse can be found at http://www.theironhorsehotel.com/.
22 June - Finding (h(om)e)
This might sound silly, but I have been coveting a (h(om)e) handbag that I envisioned in my head for at least eight months. Local designer Heather Hambrecht creates one-of-a-kind versatile leather 
goods -- handbags, "buddha belts", wallets and backpacks. We discussed a holster with three pockets that would allow me to be hands-free -- snug enough to wear under a coat, but loose enough to wear over a tank or vest. I walked into her Bay View studio, which she constructed herself, and fell in love with my new piece. In my adoration for her artwork, Heather also introduced me to an incredible dress. Feminine and edgy. These were my coveted new things.
In working with Heather, there is a very zen-like quality about her as she moves eloquently about the room. Her natural beauty exudes serenity and an all-knowing confidence. In speaking with her, she seems to live in the moment...not knowing necessarily what the future holds, but being open enough to welcome it and strong enough to move through it. I wondered what inspires her style and the history that created her thought process.
For most of her life, Heather was transient. Her travels began at 17, when she graduated early from high school with high marks. She accepted a teaching scholarship in Brazil; thereafter, moved to Vancouver, traveled to Maui, lived in Washington, DC and San Francisco. She reached as far as Tok
yo, traveling as a theatrical makeup and wig stylist with different operas (this one in particular featured Placido Domingo.) Being on the road so much, Heather had sewn all her own garments. She found this easier to adjust to the different climates. When Heather accepted an apprenticeship with mentor Jeffrey Frank, owner of a historic landmark theatrical company on the east coast, she packed only her sewing machine and fabric.
Heather recalls being introduced to sewing at a relatively young age. At 11 years old, she asked her mom to make her a dress to fit her tall slim form. So her mother took Heather to buy a pattern and showed her how to thread the sewing machine. She then turned to her daughter and said, "Let me know if you have any questions. Good luck!"
"When in cities where there was no fabric, being on a tight schedule and no means of getting around, I would ask the
hotel staff if they had any old sheets or pillow cases," Heather laughed, recalling those memories. For a quick alteration in color, she would pick up RIT dye at the local corner store. If she found herself heading to the coast, and wanted to go for a swim, she made herself a bathing suit out of tights and a pair of scissors. The constant change in environments forced Heather to be resourceful and adjust with the ebb and flow...of life.
And people from the varying operas and strangers began to notice. When exploring a local farmer's market or her favorite pastime of sidewalk sales, strangers would stop Heather and ask where she found her coat or handbag. "It was nice when you didn't know anyone in the city and you meet an interesting person you connect with," recalled Heather. These random people quickly became clients -- all across the country.
What welcome affirmation. When Heather headed back to Milwaukee in 2005 to decompress and reconnect, Kate Blake of Shoo noticed Heather's personal style as well. Kate asked if Heather could bring some handbags into the shop. She managed Heather's expectations and explained in Milwaukee's market, it might take some time for Heather's style to catch on. After the first piece moved, so did Heather's exposure and career. She developed her wearable garments and was featured in several fashion shows. Heather gained distribution in boutiques such as Lela in Milwaukee, Citysoles in Chicago and Minneapolis. The style of each piece showed versatility -- a "multi functional aspect so one can change things out with whatever arises," described Heather. Adaptability is a concept she learned most of her adult life in being on the road.
With the positive vibes she radiates, it certainly seems things come full circle and good fortune finds her. Heather is currently working on several solo and collaborative projects. Some a bit early in inception to discuss; others that gave her a perspective check. "When opportunity knocks, you have to present the best you can," Heather explained.
One opportunity in particular made her take quick inventory of the other side of the art and fashion -- the business side. And it certainly is keeping Heather busy. She recently put together press materials, a gorgeous boutique book, is in the process of updating her website and ordering more garment tags. "You push yourself as far as you can."
Her work has been described as the "ultimate hug" where a woman slips on her handbag, radiates in the perfect fit and fe
els beautiful. This is Heather's motivation and joy -- when she sees her customer emotionally happy and the artwork comes to life. "Anything is an object, but when someone incorporates and uses it, then it 'becomes'." Heather adds, "There is something charming, beautiful and magical when my client says, 'This is part of me.'"
I looked at my two new finds and noticed the functionality, interchangeability and edginess which reflected Heather as a person. Heather smiled, "My greatest inspiration is life. Being comfortable in having what you need and adapting things to be totally set in any situation that comes up." I am intrigued how Heather moves about her day, and how she perceives the world. She seems incredibly at ease and at peace. "It is all in the process.... You project what you are doing the next day. Gauge it based upon what you want to do vs. what needs to be done. Take an amazing shower, gear for the day, be reactive in what comes your way. It also depends on how you feel. Often times, if you are tired, take a nap. It's those simple things... If you could really go for Vietnamese food, listen and give yourself those blisses. Life is a stringing of beautiful moments. Like the sound of the wind and breeze coming through the window. Days are so busy with so much you want to do and have to do. Trying to juggle and trying to feel right is a crazy process. But just allow for those beautiful moments."
Sage advice for all...to appreciate and keep the balance.
Heather can be found at www.home-threads.com.
goods -- handbags, "buddha belts", wallets and backpacks. We discussed a holster with three pockets that would allow me to be hands-free -- snug enough to wear under a coat, but loose enough to wear over a tank or vest. I walked into her Bay View studio, which she constructed herself, and fell in love with my new piece. In my adoration for her artwork, Heather also introduced me to an incredible dress. Feminine and edgy. These were my coveted new things.In working with Heather, there is a very zen-like quality about her as she moves eloquently about the room. Her natural beauty exudes serenity and an all-knowing confidence. In speaking with her, she seems to live in the moment...not knowing necessarily what the future holds, but being open enough to welcome it and strong enough to move through it. I wondered what inspires her style and the history that created her thought process.
For most of her life, Heather was transient. Her travels began at 17, when she graduated early from high school with high marks. She accepted a teaching scholarship in Brazil; thereafter, moved to Vancouver, traveled to Maui, lived in Washington, DC and San Francisco. She reached as far as Tok
yo, traveling as a theatrical makeup and wig stylist with different operas (this one in particular featured Placido Domingo.) Being on the road so much, Heather had sewn all her own garments. She found this easier to adjust to the different climates. When Heather accepted an apprenticeship with mentor Jeffrey Frank, owner of a historic landmark theatrical company on the east coast, she packed only her sewing machine and fabric.Heather recalls being introduced to sewing at a relatively young age. At 11 years old, she asked her mom to make her a dress to fit her tall slim form. So her mother took Heather to buy a pattern and showed her how to thread the sewing machine. She then turned to her daughter and said, "Let me know if you have any questions. Good luck!"
"When in cities where there was no fabric, being on a tight schedule and no means of getting around, I would ask the
hotel staff if they had any old sheets or pillow cases," Heather laughed, recalling those memories. For a quick alteration in color, she would pick up RIT dye at the local corner store. If she found herself heading to the coast, and wanted to go for a swim, she made herself a bathing suit out of tights and a pair of scissors. The constant change in environments forced Heather to be resourceful and adjust with the ebb and flow...of life.And people from the varying operas and strangers began to notice. When exploring a local farmer's market or her favorite pastime of sidewalk sales, strangers would stop Heather and ask where she found her coat or handbag. "It was nice when you didn't know anyone in the city and you meet an interesting person you connect with," recalled Heather. These random people quickly became clients -- all across the country.
What welcome affirmation. When Heather headed back to Milwaukee in 2005 to decompress and reconnect, Kate Blake of Shoo noticed Heather's personal style as well. Kate asked if Heather could bring some handbags into the shop. She managed Heather's expectations and explained in Milwaukee's market, it might take some time for Heather's style to catch on. After the first piece moved, so did Heather's exposure and career. She developed her wearable garments and was featured in several fashion shows. Heather gained distribution in boutiques such as Lela in Milwaukee, Citysoles in Chicago and Minneapolis. The style of each piece showed versatility -- a "multi functional aspect so one can change things out with whatever arises," described Heather. Adaptability is a concept she learned most of her adult life in being on the road.
With the positive vibes she radiates, it certainly seems things come full circle and good fortune finds her. Heather is currently working on several solo and collaborative projects. Some a bit early in inception to discuss; others that gave her a perspective check. "When opportunity knocks, you have to present the best you can," Heather explained.
One opportunity in particular made her take quick inventory of the other side of the art and fashion -- the business side. And it certainly is keeping Heather busy. She recently put together press materials, a gorgeous boutique book, is in the process of updating her website and ordering more garment tags. "You push yourself as far as you can."
Her work has been described as the "ultimate hug" where a woman slips on her handbag, radiates in the perfect fit and fe
els beautiful. This is Heather's motivation and joy -- when she sees her customer emotionally happy and the artwork comes to life. "Anything is an object, but when someone incorporates and uses it, then it 'becomes'." Heather adds, "There is something charming, beautiful and magical when my client says, 'This is part of me.'"I looked at my two new finds and noticed the functionality, interchangeability and edginess which reflected Heather as a person. Heather smiled, "My greatest inspiration is life. Being comfortable in having what you need and adapting things to be totally set in any situation that comes up." I am intrigued how Heather moves about her day, and how she perceives the world. She seems incredibly at ease and at peace. "It is all in the process.... You project what you are doing the next day. Gauge it based upon what you want to do vs. what needs to be done. Take an amazing shower, gear for the day, be reactive in what comes your way. It also depends on how you feel. Often times, if you are tired, take a nap. It's those simple things... If you could really go for Vietnamese food, listen and give yourself those blisses. Life is a stringing of beautiful moments. Like the sound of the wind and breeze coming through the window. Days are so busy with so much you want to do and have to do. Trying to juggle and trying to feel right is a crazy process. But just allow for those beautiful moments."
Sage advice for all...to appreciate and keep the balance.
Heather can be found at www.home-threads.com.
15 June - Cooking Live
When dear friend Bryan asked if my husband and I wanted to go out for date night, I didn't realize it would be for a taping of a local cooking show. Perfect. My
husband is an incredible chef, and I happen to love to eat. We picked up some bottles of wine and met them at the studio for an episode of "La Cuisine du Garage." I have been on commercial sets, Oprah tapings, watched Clooney go through a revolving door for "ER" and was an extra for films like "Major League" when it came to Milwaukee. Hubbo and I have participated in numerous cooking classes from beautiful Kohler to our vibrant Chicago. But I have to say, for as many complex and gourmet dishes Hubbo has created, and for how constant "Food Network" is on at our home, we have never attended a taping of a cooking show.
The two hosts, John Ash and Mark Meddaugh, have been friends since high school. One is now a physical therapist by trade, the other, a teacher. What brought them together was their joy
in cooking for their families. What brought about the show was simply their steadfastness to try. They enrolled in a television production course over six years ago. They then took their love for experimenting in different cuisines with the practicality of down-to-earth DIYers and birthed "La Cuisine du Garage." Completely unpretentious. Their set took that idea one step further...the garage set dons utensils interspersed with license plates. Their one-hour show taped live, no edits or cuts, includes up to four recipes with wit and banter that interacts with their audience. They began in 2003, are currently in 35 cities on public access, including Milwaukee, Chicago and St. Louis. The award-winning show just recently finished Episode 57. Kudos.
What I found delightful and commend them for was these two men created something later in their lives, with careers already established. To identify the desire
for something more, then to identify the outlet to satiate that need, takes courage. And with their proactive and salt of the earth nature, they "got up and did." I hope this relays the essence of this blog -- everyday people who humbly go about their lives, pushing the needle to make things happen. As Hubbo says, "They had an itch and they scratched it."
The theme of the show we attended centered around brunch. Here are two recipes that are extremely simple and quite tasty.
Mexican Strata
6 eggs
2 1/2 c milk
1/2 c cream
1/2 T LCDG #9 Seasoning
3-4 stalks green onion
1/2 c grated parmesano reggiano
1/2 inch cut bread, sourdough, wheat, etc.
2 c mexican grated cheese
1 pound browned chorizo or Italian sausage with 1 can of adobo chipotle peppers
In a 9 x 13 baking pan, layer custard, bread, custard, half cheese, half sausage mixture, bread, custard, remaining sausage mixture then end with remaining cheese. Let sit for 20 minutes, allowing bread to soak up custard. Bake at 350 for 50 to 60 minutes. Watch for consistency.
Cucumber Soup
3 cucumbers, peeled, deseeded, roughly chopped
1/2 c vegetable broth
1/2 c sour cream
1 clove garlic, rough chopped
1 T shallot, rough chopped
zest of 1 lemon
3T lemon juice
1t salt and pepper, additional to taste
Place all in food processor. Serve cold.
To attend a taping and for more information regarding "La Cuisine du Garage", please visit http://lacuisinedugarage.blogspot.com/
husband is an incredible chef, and I happen to love to eat. We picked up some bottles of wine and met them at the studio for an episode of "La Cuisine du Garage." I have been on commercial sets, Oprah tapings, watched Clooney go through a revolving door for "ER" and was an extra for films like "Major League" when it came to Milwaukee. Hubbo and I have participated in numerous cooking classes from beautiful Kohler to our vibrant Chicago. But I have to say, for as many complex and gourmet dishes Hubbo has created, and for how constant "Food Network" is on at our home, we have never attended a taping of a cooking show.The two hosts, John Ash and Mark Meddaugh, have been friends since high school. One is now a physical therapist by trade, the other, a teacher. What brought them together was their joy
in cooking for their families. What brought about the show was simply their steadfastness to try. They enrolled in a television production course over six years ago. They then took their love for experimenting in different cuisines with the practicality of down-to-earth DIYers and birthed "La Cuisine du Garage." Completely unpretentious. Their set took that idea one step further...the garage set dons utensils interspersed with license plates. Their one-hour show taped live, no edits or cuts, includes up to four recipes with wit and banter that interacts with their audience. They began in 2003, are currently in 35 cities on public access, including Milwaukee, Chicago and St. Louis. The award-winning show just recently finished Episode 57. Kudos.What I found delightful and commend them for was these two men created something later in their lives, with careers already established. To identify the desire
for something more, then to identify the outlet to satiate that need, takes courage. And with their proactive and salt of the earth nature, they "got up and did." I hope this relays the essence of this blog -- everyday people who humbly go about their lives, pushing the needle to make things happen. As Hubbo says, "They had an itch and they scratched it."The theme of the show we attended centered around brunch. Here are two recipes that are extremely simple and quite tasty.
Mexican Strata
6 eggs
2 1/2 c milk
1/2 c cream
1/2 T LCDG #9 Seasoning
3-4 stalks green onion
1/2 c grated parmesano reggiano
1/2 inch cut bread, sourdough, wheat, etc.
2 c mexican grated cheese
1 pound browned chorizo or Italian sausage with 1 can of adobo chipotle peppers
In a 9 x 13 baking pan, layer custard, bread, custard, half cheese, half sausage mixture, bread, custard, remaining sausage mixture then end with remaining cheese. Let sit for 20 minutes, allowing bread to soak up custard. Bake at 350 for 50 to 60 minutes. Watch for consistency.
Cucumber Soup
3 cucumbers, peeled, deseeded, roughly chopped
1/2 c vegetable broth
1/2 c sour cream
1 clove garlic, rough chopped
1 T shallot, rough chopped
zest of 1 lemon
3T lemon juice
1t salt and pepper, additional to taste
Place all in food processor. Serve cold.
To attend a taping and for more information regarding "La Cuisine du Garage", please visit http://lacuisinedugarage.blogspot.com/
8 June - Shave and No Haircut
Achilles Surgery + Week in Bed + Back to Work = Need a Shave
Last week, my husband decided to play basketball with the younger folk
after work -- the first time he said "yes" in seven years. He called and told me someone fell on him. And for some reason, he could not walk off the charlie horse in his right leg. He drove home from Chicago. At midnight, he realized he had not stayed hydrated. The big "tell" was when his leg started cramping at midnight and he was hobbling around, yelling in pain. Instead of trying to sleep it off, I suggested he go to the hospital, which oddly, did not cross his mind at the time. A few hours at the local acute center and a frozen pizza later, he told me he had to find an orthopedic surgeon in the morning to confirm whether or not he ruptured his achilles. 
While at the art museum the next day, studying Monet's "Waterloo Bridge" and his theory on motif, I received a phone call. Hubbo asked, "Um...when should I have surgery? Apparently no one fell on me -- that was the actual sensation of rupturing my achilles." Considering we had a gig scheduled the next evening, he opted for the following Monday.
The only surgery my husband had was when he was three. I had never seen him in a vulnerable position before. We received good luck calls and concerned calls, "Do you know what this entails?" My inner monologue answered, "Do we ever really know what we are in for?" Rightly or wrongly, Hubbo and I go through life
pretty nonchalantly. Bright and early, 6:15 came too soon. We registered, brought him to the changing area, cracking jokes the whole time. It reminded me of when I had surgery and he was making me laugh, which was pretty painful. But comic relief is golden in any situation. He spoke with the doctor, then woke up two hours later in the recovery room. I also spoke with the doctor who explained how the surgery went and recommended that Hubbo will need Vicoden. The same Vicoden he was refusing.
So the week for me entailed a 4am run to Walgreens, after depleting
the take home dose that he supposedly did not need, learn 25+ songs by Saturday, manage a household and play nurse, entertain friends from out of town, sing the National Anthem at Miller Park, turn back around for two gigs in Illinois, then chillax at a ball game and cap the week off with dinner at my favorite Italian restaurant, Francesca's Intimo in Lake Forest.
The week for Hubbo? Lots of rest. And work. And restlessness. For a productive man who needs to constantly move, he is not used to being vulnerable and bored. So, of course, he feels the need to train to the city and go in to work. Unfortunately this meant to get rid of the nice 5'o clock
shadow that had been growing throughout the week. I realized this was something I was always curious about. How do barbers shave others without cutting them? My husband was willing and let me try it. He walked me through everything. We started with a steaming hot towel to make the skin and hair soft. He taught me the correct amount of lotion and lather (good tablespoon or two). Then the razor. Yikes. I started trying to scrape off the ends; he told me to be more aggressive and faster. Again, yikes. Upstrokes for the neck, downstrokes on the face, across for the chinline, jokes for apprehension.
No nicks and no patches. Not too bad, if I do say so myself.
Last week, my husband decided to play basketball with the younger folk
after work -- the first time he said "yes" in seven years. He called and told me someone fell on him. And for some reason, he could not walk off the charlie horse in his right leg. He drove home from Chicago. At midnight, he realized he had not stayed hydrated. The big "tell" was when his leg started cramping at midnight and he was hobbling around, yelling in pain. Instead of trying to sleep it off, I suggested he go to the hospital, which oddly, did not cross his mind at the time. A few hours at the local acute center and a frozen pizza later, he told me he had to find an orthopedic surgeon in the morning to confirm whether or not he ruptured his achilles. 
While at the art museum the next day, studying Monet's "Waterloo Bridge" and his theory on motif, I received a phone call. Hubbo asked, "Um...when should I have surgery? Apparently no one fell on me -- that was the actual sensation of rupturing my achilles." Considering we had a gig scheduled the next evening, he opted for the following Monday.The only surgery my husband had was when he was three. I had never seen him in a vulnerable position before. We received good luck calls and concerned calls, "Do you know what this entails?" My inner monologue answered, "Do we ever really know what we are in for?" Rightly or wrongly, Hubbo and I go through life
pretty nonchalantly. Bright and early, 6:15 came too soon. We registered, brought him to the changing area, cracking jokes the whole time. It reminded me of when I had surgery and he was making me laugh, which was pretty painful. But comic relief is golden in any situation. He spoke with the doctor, then woke up two hours later in the recovery room. I also spoke with the doctor who explained how the surgery went and recommended that Hubbo will need Vicoden. The same Vicoden he was refusing.So the week for me entailed a 4am run to Walgreens, after depleting
the take home dose that he supposedly did not need, learn 25+ songs by Saturday, manage a household and play nurse, entertain friends from out of town, sing the National Anthem at Miller Park, turn back around for two gigs in Illinois, then chillax at a ball game and cap the week off with dinner at my favorite Italian restaurant, Francesca's Intimo in Lake Forest.The week for Hubbo? Lots of rest. And work. And restlessness. For a productive man who needs to constantly move, he is not used to being vulnerable and bored. So, of course, he feels the need to train to the city and go in to work. Unfortunately this meant to get rid of the nice 5'o clock
shadow that had been growing throughout the week. I realized this was something I was always curious about. How do barbers shave others without cutting them? My husband was willing and let me try it. He walked me through everything. We started with a steaming hot towel to make the skin and hair soft. He taught me the correct amount of lotion and lather (good tablespoon or two). Then the razor. Yikes. I started trying to scrape off the ends; he told me to be more aggressive and faster. Again, yikes. Upstrokes for the neck, downstrokes on the face, across for the chinline, jokes for apprehension.No nicks and no patches. Not too bad, if I do say so myself.
1 June - World Cup Qualifier...USA! USA!
I love train rides into Chicago, listening to the conductor count down the cities until Union Station. It gives me a chance to just exist ...to think, to relax, to observe strangers, finish putting on makeup, to return phone calls or nap. Today’s destination: Soldier Field.
I met a wonderful man with a zest for life along the way. He was my c
ab driver Mohammed. We chatted for at least a half hour about what brought him here from Kenya. Opportunity. The dream of America. He told me of his twin brother in Seattle and his Business Administration studies in the States. He decided to be a cab driver not only because of the obvious flexibility in hours (time for studying), but because he loved the constant change in his day. Everyday was something new in the stories and people he meets. I realized we cherished something in common. He went on how some like to keep to themselves; others are an open book, perhaps because they think their paths will never cross again. I advised him after his pleasant conversations, he should exchange business cards...one 
never knows where a contact may lead. He seemed genuine and earnest enough to make an impression on me. What a great networking avenue, actually – being a cab driver. To us, this is a 10-minute blink. To him, this is 10 minutes that will never come back again. It is an opportunity to learn, connect and feel safe – a 10-minute pipedream in Kenya. I called the Hotline on the back of the passenger's seat to pay Global Cab #1407 his due compliments – respectful, great conversationalist, intelligent. I think the attendant was a bit shocked since most phone calls are complaints. I arrived at my destination and Mohammed and I said our goodbyes. Good luck to you, my friend.
In walking to even find the correct entrance, I could hear the roar inside the stadium. People everywhere were walking around with red, blue and white, representing both teams. Faces painted, huge flags draped over their shoulders. This was the first time I had ever been to Soldier Field. And this was the first time I would ever attend a qualifying game for the World Cup. USA vs. Honduras. When a friend called and offered me the ticket, I thought it was some Saturday little league travel soccer game. After researching online, I found that the US had just lost to Costa Rica and this game would qualify the winning team to be a contender in the 2010 FIFA World Cup Finals. Wow.
ab driver Mohammed. We chatted for at least a half hour about what brought him here from Kenya. Opportunity. The dream of America. He told me of his twin brother in Seattle and his Business Administration studies in the States. He decided to be a cab driver not only because of the obvious flexibility in hours (time for studying), but because he loved the constant change in his day. Everyday was something new in the stories and people he meets. I realized we cherished something in common. He went on how some like to keep to themselves; others are an open book, perhaps because they think their paths will never cross again. I advised him after his pleasant conversations, he should exchange business cards...one 
never knows where a contact may lead. He seemed genuine and earnest enough to make an impression on me. What a great networking avenue, actually – being a cab driver. To us, this is a 10-minute blink. To him, this is 10 minutes that will never come back again. It is an opportunity to learn, connect and feel safe – a 10-minute pipedream in Kenya. I called the Hotline on the back of the passenger's seat to pay Global Cab #1407 his due compliments – respectful, great conversationalist, intelligent. I think the attendant was a bit shocked since most phone calls are complaints. I arrived at my destination and Mohammed and I said our goodbyes. Good luck to you, my friend.
In walking to even find the correct entrance, I could hear the roar inside the stadium. People everywhere were walking around with red, blue and white, representing both teams. Faces painted, huge flags draped over their shoulders. This was the first time I had ever been to Soldier Field. And this was the first time I would ever attend a qualifying game for the World Cup. USA vs. Honduras. When a friend called and offered me the ticket, I thought it was some Saturday little league travel soccer game. After researching online, I found that the US had just lost to Costa Rica and this game would qualify the winning team to be a contender in the 2010 FIFA World Cup Finals. Wow.
We were in the 10th row by U.S. Goalie, Tim Howard. What talent. Did not realize he was 
awarded the MLS Humanitarian of the Year award in 2001 for his work with children suffering from Tourette Syndrome, as he also suffers from Tourette’s. We watched as Honduras scored the first goal early on. Beer poured over the stands above, onto us. Glad they had something to cheer about, but hey, watch the vintage suede coat and SLR, please. The quick pace and excitement continued. Player of the month, Conor
Casey, was yellow carded for his foul on Honduras’ Carlo Costly. Here is Landon Donovan scoring USAs first goal. The whole game was nailbiting – Honduras was hungry. From what I could see, USA gave up at least four goals. Then Donovan gave the winning corner kick to Carlos Bocanegra for a diving header. Good thing I didn’t call it a headbutt to my friend. Though I always thoroughly enjoyed the sport, this is all new lingo. One thing to note…Honduras’ Wilson Palacios, played with a heavy heart. His brother, who was kidnapped and missing for 20 months, was found a few short weeks before he played this game. My heart goes out to him.
As we were leaving, I was curious if any fights would break out. Out of 55,000 cheering fans, Honduras represented more than half. I was not certain of the overall sportsmanship of this game…where, between violent hockey and the gentry of golf, might this fit? I was very impressed to see how respectful everyone was. I was also very impressed with the surprisingly easy egress amidst 55,000 cheering fans leaving Soldier Field.
awarded the MLS Humanitarian of the Year award in 2001 for his work with children suffering from Tourette Syndrome, as he also suffers from Tourette’s. We watched as Honduras scored the first goal early on. Beer poured over the stands above, onto us. Glad they had something to cheer about, but hey, watch the vintage suede coat and SLR, please. The quick pace and excitement continued. Player of the month, Conor
Casey, was yellow carded for his foul on Honduras’ Carlo Costly. Here is Landon Donovan scoring USAs first goal. The whole game was nailbiting – Honduras was hungry. From what I could see, USA gave up at least four goals. Then Donovan gave the winning corner kick to Carlos Bocanegra for a diving header. Good thing I didn’t call it a headbutt to my friend. Though I always thoroughly enjoyed the sport, this is all new lingo. One thing to note…Honduras’ Wilson Palacios, played with a heavy heart. His brother, who was kidnapped and missing for 20 months, was found a few short weeks before he played this game. My heart goes out to him.
As we were leaving, I was curious if any fights would break out. Out of 55,000 cheering fans, Honduras represented more than half. I was not certain of the overall sportsmanship of this game…where, between violent hockey and the gentry of golf, might this fit? I was very impressed to see how respectful everyone was. I was also very impressed with the surprisingly easy egress amidst 55,000 cheering fans leaving Soldier Field.
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