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| Big Cedar Lodge's Top
of the Rock restaurant near Branson, Missouri,
where I worked during the summer of 1998. Bussing
tables wasn't so bad when the sunsets were
so fabulous. |
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| Because they're too expensive to take
down, I guess. I like the M sign with
seven empty spaces. It's kind of like Wheel
of Fortune. Maverick? Macaroon? Mediocre? |
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| The primary obsessions of Missourians appear
to be porn and bowling. |
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| And, somewhat paradoxically perhaps, Jesus.
And trucks. |
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| But mostly Jesus. To be fair, though, I think
this was from Illinois. Or Indiana. Like there's
a difference. |
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| My hosts, Craig and Jamie. How lame am I that
this is the only decent picture I took of them?
I really need to get out of the eccentric-pictures-of-crap
school of photobloggery and get back into the
reason photography was invented: to take pictures
of pretty
girls. |
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| The Kapoor
sculpture at Chicago's Millennium Park. |
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| John Hancock Tower |
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| Note the Sears Tower at right, shrouded in
fog. These are the days where people opt for
the Hancock instead. |
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| Of course, Brian's
pictures from the Sears Tower are far superior. |
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| These plates are in all the elevators at the
W
Hotel. We're still not sure why. A warning
or an enticement? |
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| Aren't you a little short for a stormtrooper? |
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| The men's room at the Bottom
Lounge. |
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| Missouri is so weird. Although this bears a
more than passing resemblance to the new Clinton
Library. |
