2015 Wasn’t ALL American Airlines. Some Surprising Service Stars From the Past Year

karmaInstant Karma’s going to get you…

…Gonna look you right in the face.

John Lennon–1970

Yes, I know, I was a little harsh on American Airlines. And our difficulties were minimal compared to all the people sleeping in the airport the last few days after that nasty storm hit Chicago Monday night. It was fun venting, but just to balance the scales, I want to praise those companies that showed what good service could be like. This list, in no particular order, is based on our personal experiences. I know you might disagree with some of these choices, but these businesses smoothed out our path in 2015.

  • Let’s start with another look at last week’s travels. For the first time, we tried an off-site parking site near O’Hare. After checking out a number of potential locations on Yelp, I settled on PreFlight Airport Parking.  Indoor parking that is cheaper than O’Hare’s uncovered long-term parking lot, easy on-line reservations and shuttle buses with friendly drivers. Yes, the site is a little far from the airport, but it easy enough to find. I have already joined their Preferred Club. I plan to be back!
  • At the destination end of the trip, we found the Avis location in Miami to function smoothly as well. No waiting in line, the desk personnel were friendly, the minivan we wanted was available, and no push for costly upgrades. Speaking of costs, when I called the central Avis number the evening before to advise them of our change in travel plans, I got the news that our prepaid rate had changed and we were entitled to a refund of about 50%. Nice work, Avis! Got my preferred card with you now too!
  • I will defy the odds and name a second car rental company. Everyone who has traveled to Los Angeles knows that LAX is a zoo. There always seems to be construction, traffic is snarled and that California Cool just doesn’t seem to apply. So when Barb and I landed there for an LA Labor Day weekend wedding, it was really nice to discover that our new Hertz loyal customer card had us zooming out of the parking lot in our rental car in a hurry. Yeah, I am starting to  love all those preferred cards!
  • For a little local color, I want to commend Sunset Foods. If you don’t live in the northern Chicago suburbs, you aren’t familiar with this small chain of wonderful grocery stores. Service above and beyond, great managers, and always a goal to please. True, the prices are higher than Mariano’s, though not quite at Whole Food levels. I guess the premium pricing pays for all the extra touches, such as custom orders, always having enough checkout lanes, and having your cart unloaded for you when you get to those lanes. The whole chain is great, but we love our Long Grove outpost and are already plotting the best route to the store from our future Riverwoods home.
  • Best repair service experience? Getting the cracked screen on my iPhone repaired at the Oakbrook Apple Store. Man was that smooth. Made an appointment on line and drove on over. The place was absolutely packed with customers but there were red-shirted employees everywhere. They logged me in, sent me to the right place, asked the right questions, and got the repair done on time. We all feel naked without our phones, it was nice to know I wouldn’t be without my clothes for long.
  • A shout out to Google Search and Wikipedia as well. I look up a lot of trivia while writing this blog, and those sources put the world at my fingertips. I know, you can’t believe everything you read on the Internet, but any misinformation printed on this blog is of my own creation, and not a fault of my sources!

Do you have a company you would like to recognize for great service? Leave a Comment below. (I know many of you don’t Comment here because you don’t have a Facebook account or can’t access the account at work. Feel free to email me your favorite companies at les.raff@post.com and I will include them in a future blog.)

This wraps up 2015 and my first year of blogging. Next year will be Year of the House.  Lots of happy stories about how well construction of the new house is going. I PROMISE!!

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An Open Letter to Doug Parker, CEO of American Airlines

fooI’m looking to the sky to save me…

…Looking for a sign of life.

Foo Fighters-Learn to Fly

 

Dear Mr Parker:

Greetings and Happy Holidays to you and your family. We are well, and just completed a wonderful warm weather vacation. Oh, there were some hitches along the way, and we thought you might like hearing about them, as American Airlines was the main “hitcher.”

First of all, I would like to thank you and airline executives all around the country for all those strategic mergers. I can’t think of a better way to limit competition, decrease flight availability and overcrowd your planes. Not to mention creating a ticket pricing system that is totally incomprehensible. Coincidentally, we have had the pleasant opportunity recently of flying both Virgin America and Alaska Airlines. Maybe you would merge with one of those independents and “improve” them too!

So where were we…oh yes, our holiday trip! Seven of us, heading from our home base in Chicago to sunny Florida to celebrate Barb’s and my special (ahem) birthdays. So we splurged and booked the outgoing flights First Class, a rare treat, but something we were all looking forward to doing together. The scheduled mid-morning flight out of O’Hare was perfectly timed to allow enough time to reach the airport  (important with baby-on-board), and still give us some time for fun in the FLA sun. At least that was the plan.

Midnight. Ten hours before anticipated departure. Every cell phone and IPad in our house house starts beeping and trilling. I stagger to get to one of the phones, fearing a midnight call must be about some health issue. Then the  disembodied computer voice comes over the phone speaker. “Your flight has been cancelled. You have been rebooked on,” followed by a string of flight numbers and times shot out so fast I had to listen four times to get them all down. I then realized our party had been split into two, with three of us (including baby) with a transfer in Philly, and four of us on a double transfer to both Detroit and Philly before we would see Miami.

While I was shifting through the message, Barb was on the phone to American Airlines Customer Service. Notice that the phrase Customer Service includes neither the word “friendly” or “helpful.” And Mr. Parker, the phone agent was neither! Barb questioned whether the timing of the flights was sufficient to make connections, did we have other options, and also whether our First Class Status would be retained. These questions all seemed to be of little interest to the agent, but what could we really expect from a poor customer service rep woken at midnight. No wait, WE were the ones woken at midnight.

Well, all of us made it out of O’Hare in the morning. The Chicago-Philly-Miami itinerary worked out fine. Chicago-Detroit-Philly-Miami, not so fine. Stranded overnight in Detroit! But on our third try in the Detroit airport we did find some friendly, helpful American agents, who booked two hotel rooms for us and assured us we didn’t have to worry about our luggage, it would get be waiting for us in Florida the next day. So we settled in, caught the new “Star Wars” and set our alarm clocks for a very early Detroit to Miami flight the next morning.

The sunrise flight was flawless. We were in Florida. Our luggage? American Agent Number One, after clacking on a keyboard “Your luggage just came in from Philadelphia and is on that carousel.” Nope. Agent Number Two. More clacking on keyboard. “Your bags are coming in from Philadelphia tonight and will be delivered to your hotel.” Not acceptable. Supervisor, half hour later, not bothering to clack. “To be honest with you, since our merger with USAir, we are working with two computer systems that don’t talk to each other. I bet your bags are in the old USAir baggage center. Let me walk you over.” Success. Kudos to that intrepid supervisor, but just what were those other agents clacking?

Anyway Mr. Parker, despite our misadventures we had a great time on our vacation. We were just happy you didn’t cancel our half empty flight home! It was nice to fly without someones knee in my back.

Sincerely,

Your former frequent flyers,

Les and Barb

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Color Choice Made Easy. It’s All Black or White.

procolThat her face, at first just ghostly…

…turned a whiter shade of pale.

Procol Harum-1967

I am thrilled, absolutely ecstatic. Sherwin-Williams and Benjamin Moore are in agreement. The Color of the Year for 2016 is…white! Although Benjamin Moore calls it “Simple White” and Sherwin-Williams likes the name “Alabaster “, whatever you choose to call it, the two paint mavens have made my 2016 so much easier. When Barb asks me what color we should paint the master bedroom walls, I can just say “Alabaster, dear. And those kitchen cabinets you were worried about? I think we should go with Simple.” Our new house will be sooo hip.

But wait, life just got more complicated.  Pantone is naming “Rose Quartz” and “Serenity” the Color of the Year. Two questions. First, who the heck is Pantone? Second, Mr. Pantone, whoever you are, aren’t “Rose Quartz” and “Serenity” two colors? And by the way, what kind of color is “Serenity” anyway? I suppose it could be worse. At least neither of those colors are the nightmare colors of the 50’s, avocado green or harvest gold. Though I am sure Mr. Pantone is considering that pair for 2017 Color of the Year candidates. He will just rename them “Felicity” and “Authenticity.”

You ask if there are any other important colors to keep in mind while we build the house? It took a little research on my part, but I was relieved to discover the National Foundation for the Preservation of Lawn Care has named “Green” as their Color of the Year for a record setting 134th year in a row. This jibes with the plans of the architect, the interior designer and Barb to have a green lawn, so unlike most things the design dream team agrees on, this is unlikely to cost me any extra money. The International Society of Astrophysicology has also proclaimed that 2016 will be the Year of the Yellow Sun. In the Society press release, their President noted that while there are a lot of red stars out in the cosmos, our sun seems to have a few billion years of yellowness left. Maybe solar panels will make sense after all. I have also verified that black is still the color for asphalt, so I have a pretty good idea of what our driveway will look like. And that will be perfect for any grandkids to draw their hopscotch court on. Have to keep every generation involved and happy.

Fortunately, the World Muntin Association is not naming a favorite color for 2016, so we are free to do our own thing on those. Speaking of muntins, Barb asked me to tell you all that I was LYING. The word muntin does NOT mean more money! But what does it matter. When it comes to spending more money on this house, I am waving the white flag. Just in time to honor the Color of the Year!

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If We Spend It, They Will Come

dark sideGet a good job with more pay

and you’re O.K.

Pink Floyd-1973

I haven’t been this excited about a hole in the ground since I was a kid on Farwell beach with a shovel and pail digging through the sand. Yes, we have broken ground (see below). Phase II has begun! Yesterday Barb met with the design/build team and our interior decorator. Enough brain power to stage a coup at Houzz. Lots of bagels, cookies and coffee. Three hours later, the architects parting words to Barb were, “Tell Les he better keep on working…hard!” So here are a few reasons why I dreamed of a new puppy last night instead of dreaming of retirement.

  • Living near a pond is a nicety. Triple-waterproofing your basement because you leave near a pond is a necessity.
  • The damn stylish window muntins. Did you know that “muntin” in Ye Olde English means “more money?”
  • Lots of different roofing choices. Why is it a surprise the decorator loves the style that is even more expensive than the expensive one we had picked out?
  • Delays cost money. Backhoe drivers don’t work on rainy days. We have been getting a lot of rain.
  • LED light bulbs. Pay extra now, hope to save later.
  • Back up power generator. Pay extra now, hope to never need it.
  • Chubb, the best homeowner’s insurance you can buy. Pay extra now, keep on paying extra forever.
  • Janet Yellen. 0.25% at a time.
  • We have a long way to go!
hole
Can you dig it?

But the beat goes on. We will dig, we will build, we will survive. And to all of you out there planning on your own construction project–it’s all good!

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The Force Was With Me in 1968; My Favorite Theater

dire straitsJuliet says, Hey, it’s Romeo,

you nearly gave me a heart attack

Dire Straits-1980

After trading in some expiring airline miles for subscriptions, I am surrounded by dozens of magazines, packed with year end lists. Best TV Shows No One Is Watching, Best Recipes No One Is Making, Best Candidate No One Is Believing. I feel like making a list too. But don’t shackle me by a mere year. How about The Best Theater of My Life-By Decades. If you like going to plays and musicals, I hope this brings back memories and gets you thinking about your own favorites. If you aren’t a theater fan, don’t worry, it is still at least as much fun as 10 Favorite Quotes From This Season of Empire!

1950’s

I was born in the middle of the decade, so I didn’t go to much theater. That doesn’t matter. My parents had the original Broadway Cast Album of My Fair Lady, with Rex Harrison, Julie Andrews, Stanley Holloway et al. I did not see a live performance of the show for many, many, years (1993, an uncomfortable Richard Chamberlain as Henry Higgins) but MFL forever is, forever was, and forever will be my favorite musical. It’s no accident I parodied it in my anti-banker tirade!

1960’s

I’ll start with a musical that I didn’t see on stage until 40 years later. My girlfriend game me the Original Cast Album of Hair for Hannukah, and I was hooked. A friend and I were inspired to compose Haircut-The Censored Jewish Love-Rock Musical which, unfortunately, has never seen the light of production. Now my co-author is an honored film critic and I write blogs. But Raff and Fox could have been another Rodgers and Hammerstein.

I did see a few live shows. In 1968 I was at the Goodman Theater for a stunning production of Othello. I didn’t understood all the plot twists, and I couldn’t predict that Len Cariou, the actor playing Iago, would become famous as Sweeney Todd. But I am sure that nobody in the theater that night would have been surprised to know that the electrifying young man playing the lead would soon win a Tony Award playing  Jack Jefferson in The Great White Hope on Broadway and become even more famous a few years later in a galaxy far far away, when James Earl Jones gave  his voice to the inter-galactic Man in Black, Darth Vader.

1970’s

One singular sensation, and you can forget the rest. It was A Chorus Line and Barb and I were together by the time it tapped into our lives. I am a sucker for seeing behind the curtain, and this show brought the curtain tumbling down. I will admit to enjoying some Andrew Lloyd Weber – Tim Rice productions in the ’70’s, but Evita never held my interest the way those struggling dancers begging for a chance on the line did.

1980’s

Cats, with an explanation. I know all of its faults and all the dreadful productions of it. I have seen a few of those myself. Why does it make my list? Because it was the question to the Final Jeopardy answer on my one Jeopardy appearance. And I got it right! Take that, Alex Trebeck.

1990’s

We have one “family musical”, and it is Les Miserables. It has lasted from the cassette of the cast recording we played endlessly during Michael’s car pools, to the Milwaukee road trip for Laury’s first theater experience, and finally to see the film as a Christmas Day group outing many years later. My favorite 5 digit number? Two-four-six-o-one!!

2000-2015

You would think I would have a lot of standouts from this period. Laury was living in New York City part of that time, so Barb and I visited often and had many theater weekends. But we saw some REAL bombs. Does anyone remember Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown? Our planned Spiderman adventure was cancelled in the shows early days of equipment malfunction. But I was enraptured by August: Osage County (missed it at Steppenwolf, saw it on Broadway) and rocked with American Idiot. Our most recent visit was to give Barb a chance to see Bradley Cooper in The Elephant Man, but it was Jessie Mueller in Beautiful that won our affection.

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OK, back to all the magazines lists.  Gotta find out who the ten highest paid character actors of 2015 were! But I would love to know what your favorite theater has been. Leave a comment on ChicagoNow or Facebook, or drop me a note at lesraff@post.com. Hope to hear from you!

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What I Learned on the “It Hurts Too Much To Eat” Diet

chicagov

A man selling ice cream

Singing Italian songs

Chicago-1972

I have discovered the magic bullet. A GI issue has prevented me from eating solid food for the last ten days. They have turned my non-stop love affair with food into a miserable love-pain S&M relationship, my own 50 Shades of Gravy. I don’t recommend anyone follow this diet, but for those of you with an insane desire to lose weight in a hurry, here are a few thoughts.

  • My last post featured an album cover and lyrics from the Carpenters. Talk about unintentional irony!
  • Fruit smoothies sound like a good idea. Ice cold, frosty, chill inducing Strawberry-Banana smoothies from Pandora that hit your gut like a Tazer shot at 6 a.m. are NOT a good idea.
  • Licking the cream cheese off a bagel is OK; nibbling at the edges of the bagel is OK only if done slooooowly.
  • I make Cream of Wheat the same way mother used to do it.  Stand at the stovetop and stir, stir, stir. No microwave mush for this boy. And never a lump.
  • Boost Vanilla Protein Drink is the foulest potion this side of Hogwarts. It belongs in a cauldron with three witches stirring it.
  • Adding a squashed up banana to Boost Vanilla Protein Drink just makes the agony last longer.
  • Chicken noodle soup is fine. Blenderizing the chicken and the noodles spoils the appeal. Now I know what Oliver Twist felt like at the workhouse. “Please may I have some more gruel, sir?”
  • Ice cream, slightly chilled, in small spoonfuls, is fine. Salty Caramel and Coffee flavors are best. Bring ’em on!
  • A wife who drives you to the doctor-good. A wife who goes to 3 different grocery stores to get things you like-better. A wife who makes vanilla pudding without that awful skin on top-priceless! Gotta love her–always.
  • The bathroom scale can be your friend again. Daily!

Things are slowly improving. By the Night Before Christmas I hope to be able to take a bite out of more than just those visions of sugar plums and Lou Malnati’s Pizza that are dancing in my head. Until then, keep those room temperature smoothies coming!

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Ode to an Absent Bulldozer

carpentersHangin’ around

Nothin’ to do but frown

The Carpenters–1971

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Three fourths of an acre

A suburban retreat

No hole in the ground

Not a trace of concrete.

 

The weather’s not bad

No rain in the air

Trucks could be digging

But the trucks are not there.

 

Contractors are missing

Got more jobs to do

They can’t spare us the time

We’re just part of the queue.

 

We try to be patient

That’s what we’ve been told

What a pain that will be

When the old house gets sold.

 

If I had a hammer

Some wood and some stone

Then I’d build this house

Construct my own home.

 

Some day it will happen

We will have a new niche

The sooner the better

All this waiting’s a bitch!

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Don’t Believe the Hype! Diagnosing Cancer Not for the Birds.

dylanIt’s my work, he’d say…

…and I do it for pay

Bob Dylan

Hurricane, 1975

For most pathologists, it is more than a job, it is a calling. We are trusted to examine tissue from patients that we will most likely never seen or ever talk to, and provide a diagnosis that will often change their lives. The task requires a thorough knowledge of medicine, years of specialty training in pathology, and countless hours of microscope time learning the art, as well as the science, of our chosen profession. A well trained staff is also essential in making the correct evaluation, we are very much subject to “garbage in, garbage out.”

So most of us chuckled at bit at all the news reports last month about pigeons being trained to diagnose cancer. It seems that with a few pellets, any creature with good vision can be turned into a pathologist! Since progress on the new house is on short term (we hope) hiatus this weekend, I thought I would take the time to explain just how a pathologist actually renders a diagnosis, and how it gets back to the treating physician. There are many different types of labs, and the processes is different at each one, but I will focus on how we do things at my laboratory, an outpatient lab specializing in urology, and key in on prostate biopsies.

Our lab is part of the largest urology practice in the Chicago area.  About 60 urologists across the region identify men, who either because of physical examination findings or because of abnormal blood work, require prostate biopsies. I will spare you the messy details about how the biopsies are taken, but generally 12-16 areas in the prostate are sampled, with a needlelike core of tissue about a 20th of an inch thick and an inch and a half long taken from each site. Those samples are placed in jars filled with formalin, and yes, it smells just like what you remember from high school biology. The jars are carefully labelled and packaged for delivery, while patient information is  entered into the electronic health record we share with the urologist’s offices.

We use a courier service that specializes in handling medical specimens to bring the biopsies to the lab. That’s where our great processing team takes over. After verifying that all the information we have in the health record matches the specimen jars we have received, a description of the cores is dictated for our  report. They are then “cooked” in a microwave processor, embedded in paraffin wax (yes, the floors get slippery), and then cut into ultrathin sections which are placed on a labelled glass microscope slide and stained with colorful dyes. The sections of prostate turn blue and purple and pink.  Some of this work is automated, but much is done carefully, by hand, one slide at a time.

One of our four pathologists then looks at each slide under the microscope and formulates the diagnosis. How do we do it? We each  have an encyclopedic knowledge of what normal prostate looks like. We look for changes in the appearance of the stained tissues, subtle or obvious, that signal a change from normal to abnormal. We then mentally run through the myriad of possibilities that the abnormality could represent. Some of these are benign and of no significance, others indicate cancer, or a potential for future cancer. When we are uncertain, we can have additional slides made and use stains beyond the routine ones. Our diagnoses are then entered into the lab report. Before releasing the report, we have a final checkpoint. Each afternoon, our pathology group meets in my office. We gather around a video monitor connected to my microscope and review cases together. We do this for every case with a cancer diagnosis. Once we all agree, our completed report is signed and becomes part of the electronic health record, available to the urologist for action. In our lab, the whole process takes about 2 days from the time the urologist does the biopsy.

I love birds. Counting Crows, The Eagles and Flock of Seagulls are all music to my ears. But when it comes to making a diagnosis, leave the feathers behind. We may get paid in more than bird seed, but if you want the right answer, find a pathologist!

One last thing. An apology to all those who got tossed and turned by the broken links on our last post. If you missed it, you can find it here. This link will work. I promise!

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Building A House; It’s Not a Sprint It’s a Marathon

everlastYou know where it ends, yo

it usually depends

on where you start.

“What it’s Like”, Everlast, 1998

“Good Afternoon Ladies and Gentleman, it’s a beautiful afternoon at Riverwoods Park. This is your racetrack announcer Phil Georgeff on the call as the horses come out for the final race, The Empty Nester Derby, a stakes race for seniors. We have eight magnificent contenders. The track is fast and we anticipate quick times, but you never know what surprises this course may hold.

The horses are at the gate, they’re at the gate…aaaaand they’re off! Gotta Buy a Lot takes the early lead, but is quickly eclipsed by Might Change Our Minds. It’s a two horse race for the first few furlongs. Now Might Change our Minds is fading as Gotta Buy a Lot reclaims her place at the head of the line.

Moving past the quarter mile pole, Banking Blues is really picking up speed and challenging the leaders. He gets in front and then slows down the pace! These horses are barely crawling around the track. Friends I have never seen anything like this before! Finally Financing in Place is shooting through a gap as his jockey sends an angry glare at Banking Blues. Banking Blues rider is dismounting in disgust! Even she can’t believe how slow her steed is running.

The horses are approaching the far turn with Draft Those Plans and Homeowners Association Rules dueling it out for the lead. These horses are really steaming Not a nose separates them. It is a battle royale as these magnificent horses pound the track. What’s this? Homeowners Association  Rules’ jockey is pulling out a muntin and flogging Draft Those Plans! I’m telling you, this race has everything!

Here they come,  spinning out of the turn. We have a new leader as Show em the Shingles gives a late kick and Homeowners Association Rules fades into the pack. And on the outside  for the first time there is some action from Get that Permit. Get that Permit is roaring into the lead. But she is not alone. Village Fees is coming on strong. It neck and neck, nostrils flaring, as they thunder down the homestretch. Village Fees just seems to be getting bigger and bigger! But what’s this? Village Fees stumbles and at the wire it’s Get that Permit by an eyelash! Get that Permit is the winner.”

That’s right we have a construction permit! The building can commence, and you are here at the beginning. It’s like being with Elvis in Memphis, the Beatles in Hamburg or Springsteen in Asbury Park. So have fun and enjoy the ride, the next race, The Construction Stakes, is about to begin!

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Home Building; It’s Not A Sprint, It’s A Marathon

everlastYou know where it ends, yo

it usually depends

on where you start.

“What it’s Like”, Everlast, 1998

“Good Afternoon Ladies and Gentleman, it’s a beautiful afternoon at Riverwoods Park. This is your racetrack announcer Phil Georgeff on the call as the horses come out for the final race, The Empty Nester Derby, a stakes race for seniors. We have eight magnificent contenders. The track is fast and we anticipate quick times, but you never know what surprises this course may hold.

The horses are at the gate, they’re at the gate…aaaaand they’re off! Gotta Buy a Lot takes the early lead, but is quickly eclipsed by Might Change Our Minds. It’s a two horse race for the first few furlongs. Now Might Change our Minds is fading as Gotta Buy a Lot reclaims her place at the head of the line.

Moving past the quarter mile pole, Banking Blues is really picking up speed and challenging the leaders. He gets in front and then slows down the pace! These horses are barely crawling around the track. Friends I have never seen anything like this before! Finally Financing in Place is shooting through a gap as his jockey sends an angry glare at Banking Blues. Banking Blues rider is dismounting in disgust! Even she can’t believe how slow her steed is running.

The horses are approaching the far turn with Draft Those Plans and Homeowners Association Rules dueling it out for the lead. These horses are really steaming Not a nose separates them. It is a battle royale as these magnificent horses pound the track. What’s this? Homeowners Association  Rules’ jockey is pulling out a muntin and flogging Draft Those Plans! I’m telling you, this race has everything!

Here they come,  spinning out of the turn. We have a new leader as Show em the Shingles gives a late kick and Homeowners Association Rules fades into the pack. And on the outside  for the first time there is some action from Get that Permit. Get that Permit is roaring into the lead. But she is not alone. Village Fees is coming on strong. It neck and neck, nostrils flaring, as they thunder down the homestretch. Village Fees just seems to be getting bigger and bigger! But what’s this? Village Fees stumbles and at the wire it’s Get that Permit by an eyelash! Get that Permit is the winner.”

That’s right we have a construction permit! The building can commence, and you are here at the beginning. It’s like being with Elvis in Memphis, the Beatles in Hamburg or Springsteen in Asbury Park. So have fun and enjoy the ride, the next race, The Construction Stakes, is about to begin!

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