Below is another shot I got of the bean in Chicago; there are infinite photo ops there in Millennium Park. This became evident to my Dad and Eva as they stood by, patiently at first, whilst I took picture after picture after picture. I consider this shot a self-portrait.
On an interesting note, Eva was able to fly out to my location the other day. She arrived in a Blackhawk helicopter with a multitude of other people who came to my tiny little outpost to slum it up for the day. I only got to see her for about two hours and we spent the majority of our time together in a meeting, walking around my base so she could see what he have (she actually came out here to complete a legitimate professional function), or hanging out in my office. Regardless, it was great. The second shot is one I grabbed of us while we sat in my office.
Editor’s Note: Wily readers, and frequenters of this fine online publication, may note, correctly, that I am without moostaash in the second photo. Let me explain. Eva tried to surprise me with her visit; she failed to consider that I, like many of you readers, am also rather wily. I saw through the charade immediately. There were myriad clues which foretold her arrival, thereby defeating her attempts at said surprise. She was working in conjunction with my Commander who, I would be remiss were I to not mention, had a hand in blowing said surprise as well. Blowing the surprise was a group effort; going into the specific clues which effected said blown surprise would serve no purpose other than to confuse the, while wily, (as compared to the superior intellect of yours truly), simpleton minds of this site’s patrons. Trust that the clues were aplenty. I discussed with my Commander my summation that Eva was en route and he feigned defeated anger. The cover being blown as it was, he also told me that Eva had sneakily requested that I both bathe and shave my moostaash prior to her arrival; given the planned surprise, my Commanderwas to somehow pass on these two requests without my realizing there was an alterior motive involved. The showering was easy enough; I was overdue as it was. The moostaash was a different story. Judging by the picture below, however, you can see that I ultimately opted to shave as requested by my wife. That’s true love, people.
Worry not. The Moostaash shall return, and this time, it’s for real.
Abstract, Chicago, IL, Eva, Iraq, Rick