I was born in Canada... I grew up in America... I lived in Switzerland from 2000 to 2010... I moved back to the U.S. in 2010... I'm of 100% Finnish ancestry... ...and, I'm big...I'm The Big Finn! Check out the daily goings on of TBF and his wife - Mrs. TBF. We do a lot of traveling, hanging out with friends, and just plain...ENJOYING LIFE!
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Ich Bin Ein Basler!
"What da Hell is dis ting???" That's what King said (Bob is having a seizure right now!) when we arrived at our home on Sunday evening and placed the Kennedy head (probably the most highly-prized acquisition from our trip to Chicago) on the floor for his review.
The Kennedy head is about forty years old. Mrs. TBF's parents had a liquor store on Grand and Menard in Chicago for many years, and they sold these Kennedy heads in their store in the mid-60s.
When I was in Chicago this past spring, I noticed the Kennedy head collecting dust in Jo's closet, and I asked her if I could have it. Unfortunately, my suitcases were too heavy and I had to leave it behind. But, this time I was able to fit it into a carryon bag. Let me tell you, it was a big hit going through the x-ray machine at O'Hare. The lady at the x-ray monitor called over her co-workers, and the had a good laugh about it.
I'm happy to report that "the head" made it safely to Basel, and now it has a place of honor on a shelf in our T.V. room.
The Chicago chapter is now officially closed! Whew!
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Too funny. The strangest thing I ever traveled with as carry-on luggage was a fully stocked tool box. This was obviously pre-9/11. It was 1994, I think, and I had just moved into my new apartment in Washington. Can you imagine flying these days with the contents of a tool box? Hammers, screwdrivers, nails, even an exacto knife... my how things have changed. The guys at security didn't know what to think when it went through the x-ray machine. All I had to say was "It's a Christmas present from my Dad", and they just smiled. A couple years later my Dad actually brought me a small duffle bag filled with kindling (firewood) from Wisconsin as carry-on. I guess he thought the Washington wood wasn't good enough.
I have to say, that the expression on King's face says it all.
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