Seven things about me you may not know...
(1) I was married in January 1984 by a Cook County judge who never saw us. We were ushered into his chambers and he asked if we minded that he was eating lunch. No problem. Also, he was blind. So he never did see us and his clerk lined up the template so he could sign the marriage certificate.
We went to a 1984 party that night. We were all supposed to have secrets -- ours was that we were married.
When we were making arrangements for a public ceremony at the University of Chicago's Bond Chapel in October, our parents were mad at us that we had been married already.
(2) I was in the Cub Scouts for a couple of years, but the Pack I was in was corrupt from the leaders on down. The last straw was the Pinewood Derby race, where I had the only legal car. Everyone else cheerfully cheated. Naturally I lost. The leadership ignored my complaints -- after all, their sons won.
(3) I once sat within a few inches of a train going by at nearly a hundred miles an hour. Sat on the stairs leading from a high level to the low level platform at Mamaroneck NY, leaning against the railing to take a photograph. An Amtrak train heading southbound to New York, led by a GG-1, was on the outside local track rather than an inside express track.
I am assuming that I was in junior high at the time, so it would have been my Asahi Pentax Spotmatic I was shooting the train with, probably with the 50mm f1.4 normal lens on Agfachrome. The bow wave of air from the speeding locomotive blasted a hail of smaller ballast stones in front of it, and the air knocked over my briefcase standing on the low level platform.
As I recall the slide I shot wasn't very good -- shutter speed wasn't high enough on that gray day with ASA 64 film and reaction time on my part missed the "perfect" framing -- the black GG-1 was too close and blurred and underexposed.
(4) I once drove from Champaign IL to Kissimmee FL straight through in 24 hours. It was -14°F in Champaign and 25°F in Florida. The last hours were rough.
That trip was also the only time I tried Chicken McNuggets. They were brand new and it was just before 11pm in Nashville and we wanted a snack.
(5) I once rode up in an elevator with Gordon Lightfoot. A very polite young man, he was a young singer in the early 1960s, unknown in the States and was filming a Canadian television special on location in the restaurant in either the Seagram Tower or the Skylon Tower, Niagara Falls ON Canada.
While we ate lunch, he kept doing takes of "the river flows by the window" with the Niagara River and the Niagara Falls behind him. At one point the director called for a break and told Gordon to relax. He immediately lay down on the floor, pretending to go to sleep. The crew broke up laughing.
We asked our waitress who this guy was and she breathlessly replied, "That's Gordon Lightfoot!"
My mother located his records and we've been fans ever since.
(6) I spent New Year's 1979 with relatives in Texas, then flew back to Northwestern. But Chicago had been socked by the great blizzard and was just reopening. Our Braniff DC-9 had been delayed and we spent two hours in a holding pattern. When it was finally our turn, we were landing, passed over the threshold, seconds away from touchdown when the pilot went to full throttle, retracted the landing gear and executed a climbing turn where I could look down the wing at the control tower, which we cleared by only a few hundred feet. "Sorry about that." Turned out that due to the sub-zero temperatures, planes waiting for a gate were kept moving in a daisy chain that had to cross the active runways. One flight got stuck on some ice and couldn't clear the runway. Our runway.
We landed half an hour later and got a gate over an hour later at 1:12 am. My luggage had been sent on the earlier flight, but there were mountains of unclaimed bags -- when my bag got to me at the dorm two days later, it was destroyed.
We were too late for the shuttle bus to Evanston, so I split a cab with a couple of other people. Off the meter. Cabbie took fifty bucks from each of us.
Chicago never fully dug out of that blizzard, causing Chicago Mayor Bland Bilandic to lose his reelection bid to Jane Byrne. Later my sister Wendy came up and visited. We saw the Paul Newman flick Quintet at Water Tower Place -- totally appropriate for the Blizzard of '79. (grin)
(7) I had to write the theory chapter of my doctoral dissertation twice. The first one was destroyed by Herbie the Wonder Cat. She had been slowly dying of liver failure and was on antibiotics to cut down on the load on her liver. Periodically we'd have to change drugs when one got ineffective and the ammonia levels would rise and she had seizures.
When she looked a little woggly, I told her not to go behind the computer desk. But she did, had a seizure and managed to unplug the power strip from the wall. I had worked on the equations all day on our 4.77 MHz IBM Personal Computer using a program called ChiWriter -- a very laborious process in 1989.
And I hadn't saved the file all afternoon. Poof.
It was two weeks before I could bear to tackle the theory chapter again. And I still loved Herbie the Wonder Cat. I also enabled autosave on a timer...