Sunday, March 14, 2004



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5:36 PM<br> 
Well poor Susan had to leave today.  We had a blast over the last 3 1/2 days, seeing 3 Cubs games, eating great food and hanging out with some friends.<br /><img src="http://www.shaveyourhead.com/2004_Pictures/MeSueMesa.jpg" width="200" height="150"> <img src="http://www.shaveyourhead.com/2004_Pictures/MeSuePeoria.jpg" width="200" height="150"> <img src="http://www.shaveyourhead.com/2004_Pictures/MeSueWheel.jpg" width="350" height="262"> <img src="http://www.shaveyourhead.com/2004_Pictures/MeSueGreen.jpg" width="350" height="262"><br />Sue brings out the best in me, so I have to keep my shirt off.  Besides, I work hard to keep in shape, even though the second shot looks like I have a gut, albeit a firm one.  The third shot is larger because we asked for the "best seats available" at the Cubs-Sox game.  They happened to be in a wheelchair-accessible area.  Note the hand on the cane and the other wheelchairs behind us.  I kinda felt bad jumping for foul balls and putting my feet up when most of them could barely sit up.  Sue wanted to know what she should say to the guy next to her, a guy with a cowboy hat with a Cubs sticker on it and an oxygen tank - not sure about if the tank was logoed or not.  "Ask him how long he thinks he's got left," I suggested.  She opted against that line of questioning and never spoke to the guy, aside from saying "excuse me" when his wife wheeled him around and Sue's comfy folding chair was in the way.  Amazing that I actually have a shirt on and then again a shirt is worn for dinner and drinks in downtown Tempe.<br />
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