Memorial Day II: Heather's ceremony

On our way to the next ceremony, three delightful events: First, we ran into Diana's friend Jason sitting on his front stoop. While he could not spontaneously attend the next ceremony, he did spontaneously supply us with a second bottle of champagne from his refrigerator. We love Jason.

Jason, Edward; Edward, Jason

Despite this photo's appearance, Diana is not plying young Lily with champagne

Second, the winded arrival of Dina, who joined us by bicycle. We also love Dina. Our swelling ranks made their way to Berwyn and Ravenswood.

Diana, en route, avec champagne

Heather Riordan has been a member of the Neo-Futurists since the Ice Age, I believe. She never told me the story behind her plaque; she simply sent me a single sentence. Luckily it was quite straightforward.

'Nuff said

The third delightful event occurred when Heather called her friend Rick, a professional filmmaker, who agreed to meet us on the ceremonial corner (as he lives two houses away) and shoot video of the installation. How's that for serendipity?


Free champagne and free video documentation. What else could I ask for? Oh! I know! Two more audience members: Kat and a friend, coerced from where they were idling on their front stoop. These are the moments I adore Chicago: it's the small-towniest of big cities. Walk half a mile on a sunny day and you're nearly guaranteed to run into someone you know.

The burgeoning crowd

I told Diana I was starting to feel like the Pied Piper of Performance Art.

The plaque was installed in similar fashion to mine -- on the window casing of an unsuspecting building.


Check back later for Rick's video!