I grew up on a lake, so I started fishing when I was 3 or 4 (right about the time I started canoeing, actually).
I bought a rod and reel when I was back in Wisconsin over the summer and I keep meaning to get an Illinois fishing license and head down to the river and get some fishing in. Not that I'd eat anything I caught, mind you. The Chicago river is cleaner than it used to be but it still ain't clean enough. I'll haul industrial artifacts out of an abandoned factory/future Superfund site, but even I have my limits.
The Mrs and I (mostly her) just finished cataloging the 100 boxes of files and artifacts removed from the site over the summer, but we are currently not being allowed back in to collect several boxes of stuff that were staged for removal on the final visit in August.
A new salvage guy bought the contract to demolish/salvage the complex and won't let us back into the site. He's being dicked around by the EPA and has been consequently dicking us around in turn (although it would be absolutely no skin off his nose to let us in and do our thing).
It's chapping everyone involved in the project's ass quite a bit, but there's precious little we can do about it. Things are complicated by the fact that the guy seems to be "connected" (in every sense of the word) so no one knows what is really going on with the situation. At least he's secured the site enough so that random dicks can't just go in and start hauling shit out for scrap (which had been happening, we had to chase people out all summer).
Hopefully we'll get back in next spring to finish things up before everything gets razed and carted away.
As far as your other question, we did find a shower back in one of the locker room areas where someone (hobo or random trespasser) had taken a bunch of girly mags left in a locker and spread pictures out all over the floor (with a convenient chair and vasoline jar). We left that little "altar" as is, although we did take some photos of the scene.
That's on the docket as a winter project, but it's pretty far down the list because of other various research/web site items. Plus, the Mrs will need time to create the subdomain and install the blogging software etc. etc. and she's eyeball deep in work and other projects. If I do blog, it's going to be as part of my own setup, not with blogger or anybody else (I'm a lone wolf, Dottie...).
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Big Inch
Deep Inch
Inch Minnow
There's a penis joke in there somewhere, I'm sure of it.
How about: "It's not the size of your lure that matters; it's how it wiggles while trolling for trout."
I think the tag line 'for your fishing pleasure' is joke enough.
I do believe that's what's known as a "crank bait" in fishing parlance.
Like a 'crank call'?
Nah...I looked up 'crank bait'--are you telling us you're a seasoned fisherman in addition to all your more cerebral attributes?
(I remember getting advice about canoeing at some point--wasn't that you, too??)
Anyhoo, I just sold the lure for 33 bucks. Hated to see him go.
Now I gotta find me a 'Deep Inch'. Yep.
Won't rest 'til I get one.
For my fishing pleasure, of course.
I grew up on a lake, so I started fishing when I was 3 or 4 (right about the time I started canoeing, actually).
I bought a rod and reel when I was back in Wisconsin over the summer and I keep meaning to get an Illinois fishing license and head down to the river and get some fishing in. Not that I'd eat anything I caught, mind you. The Chicago river is cleaner than it used to be but it still ain't clean enough. I'll haul industrial artifacts out of an abandoned factory/future Superfund site, but even I have my limits.
How's the ole coke factory, anyway?
Any more discoveries for your Industrial Sexism Museum yet?
The Mrs and I (mostly her) just finished cataloging the 100 boxes of files and artifacts removed from the site over the summer, but we are currently not being allowed back in to collect several boxes of stuff that were staged for removal on the final visit in August.
A new salvage guy bought the contract to demolish/salvage the complex and won't let us back into the site. He's being dicked around by the EPA and has been consequently dicking us around in turn (although it would be absolutely no skin off his nose to let us in and do our thing).
It's chapping everyone involved in the project's ass quite a bit, but there's precious little we can do about it. Things are complicated by the fact that the guy seems to be "connected" (in every sense of the word) so no one knows what is really going on with the situation. At least he's secured the site enough so that random dicks can't just go in and start hauling shit out for scrap (which had been happening, we had to chase people out all summer).
Hopefully we'll get back in next spring to finish things up before everything gets razed and carted away.
As far as your other question, we did find a shower back in one of the locker room areas where someone (hobo or random trespasser) had taken a bunch of girly mags left in a locker and spread pictures out all over the floor (with a convenient chair and vasoline jar). We left that little "altar" as is, although we did take some photos of the scene.
ewww...
(cain't wait ta see the photos!!)
which reminds me.
WHERE'S THAT BLOG OF YOURS???
That's on the docket as a winter project, but it's pretty far down the list because of other various research/web site items. Plus, the Mrs will need time to create the subdomain and install the blogging software etc. etc. and she's eyeball deep in work and other projects. If I do blog, it's going to be as part of my own setup, not with blogger or anybody else (I'm a lone wolf, Dottie...).
Dottie?
It was a bad Pee Wee's Big Adventure reference that I actually screwed up anyway. I think the quote is, "I'm a rebel, Dottie. A lone wolf."
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