I have had a great life surrounded by great people. One of my best friends name is Karin. Unfortunately for Karin she suffered from female baldness. I only have one other friend who was bald her name is Rachel. All through college she kept her head shaved with a Bik.  It wasn’t because she was a Nazi, or racist, or a skinhead.  Rachel was the type of girl that liked to do things out of the norm, and in our college days, shaving one’s head was only for the boys. Now she lives in Chicago on the North side and has a great job as a professor at DePaul. She regrets her styling decisions in college. The only real case of female baldness that I have encountered was at Irish-Fest in Milwaukee. I loved Irish-Fest. It was a time to relax and let loose with one of the greatest cultures in the world. My father and I were dancing and a bald woman walked up and hugged my father, she apparently worked in his office with him. She was not only bald but she was growing what looked like a mustache.  My father treated her like any other woman and has since said nothing about it. I decided it would be best not to ask considering there might be some sort of medical reasoning behind it all. Moreover, I was really young so I had no idea how to ask or even what to say.  I was too young to understand life at the time.

When Debbie and I moved into the new house, we made a pledge to keep things organized, especially in the closets.  This was something Tara and I could never manage, and it carried over to me when I lived alone.  So we decided to spend some money and get some real good wooden closet organizers.   I said just pick out a day and we can go, so we ended up going Wednesday night.  Debbie wanted to get the stuff we had stacked in boxes out of the middle of the floor and put away.  I do confess this wasn't my favorite project, and I could probably walk around the boxes forever.  We got a late start on Wednesday night, due to the snow and sleet, but did manage to get to one place.  The one we looked at was beautiful.  It had a really nice oak finish and was polished to a shine.  That was the assembled one.  The one we would buy came in what seemed to me to be a hundred pieces and  was heavy.  And the box was large.  I don't think we could fit it in the SUV.  We would have to have it delivered.  Though it was expensive it seemed to be worth it.  We almost got it, but decided to look at a few more places.

Over the years LASIK surgery has emerged as one of the most advanced forms eye surgery. More and more people are opting for LASIK eye surgery because of the permanent solution it provides to the vision related problem. However, before considering LASIK SURGERY one should always consider the cost of LASIK. LASIK surgery is not exactly inexpensive given the technology it uses and the result it gives. In LASIK surgery an intricate laser technology is used to enduringly cure the cornea. This eradicates the problem of hyperopia, myopia and astigmatism permanently. Someone who has undergone a LASIK surgery would never ever need to wear glasses or contact lenses again in life. Also if one on compares the price LASIK and other vision related solutions like glasses or lenses, LASIK would always be expensive. However, it can be rightfully suggested that the price paid for LASIK is absolutely worth to its last pence. Though the price for LASIK is not unjustified or extravagant, one has to always keep the budget in mind before opting to go for LASIK. It is advisable that one should always match the quotation of different doctors before a firm decision is taken. Matching the quotation would always ensure that the patient gets the best deal

My Uncle Ed is a personal injury attorney in Chicago.  I imagine that he does pretty well, because he has managed to pay tuition for three children to go to out of state colleges, and each one of them has a luxury car or sport utility vehicle.  They also always get to go to all sorts of exotic vacation spots and every winter they go on a cruise.  I know that he started his own firm with another attorney from the old firm he used to work at.  Because his partner is Latino, they have a large Spanish speaking clientele.  His oldest daughter, my cousin Jennie, is currently in law school at John Marshall, and she also works for him in the summertime.  His middle child, Anthony, is also interested in going into law, and plans on working for his fathers firm part time this summer.  He only wants to work part time though, because he also vends at Wrigley Field.  This summer he is finally 21 and can sell beer, so he will make the big bucks.  I really do not see my youngest cousin, Lauren, going into the law profession.  She does not seem to take too much interest in the families law discussions.          

About a week later I called Jim at home. Sara answered.  She seemed upset.  It was Jim.  He was not achieving normal sugar levels, and they had had to take him back to the hospital. He was not doing well at all.  Sara was just heading back there. I asked if there was anything I could do.  She said that there was not.  She said that I could come up and visit later today or tomorrow.  I told her that I would be there tomorrow, unless something bad was happening.  I made Sara promise to call me.   I remember Jim talking about his grandfather and the problems that he had with his health.  He eventually lost both his legs and went blind, but that was before diabetes was totally understood.  For him, Jim's grandfather, diabetes was a tragedy.  Had his grandfather been born just a little later he would have been able to get proper treatment and would not have suffered the way he did.  Jim was determined not to end up in that kind of condition, but sometimes things get out of control, though no fault of your own.  This is exactly what happened.  Jim had always watched his diet, had exercised, and had monitored his blood sugar.

It’s been 2 weeks and already I want to return this best home alarmand get a full refund.  But not because it isn’t working.  Actually, it’s great.  The other week, some guy tried to break in and the whole thing shrieked and shrieked.  A squad car was driving around and came by after hearing that. Performance isn’t the problem with the best home alarm.  In fact, I couldn’t be happier with its performance.  It was worth every dollar and penny I paid for it.  For once, the advertising was dead-on exact for the product.The problem is that the best home alarm is too loud and it sometimes goes off accidentally.  Then the whole neighborhood gets up in arms, thinking some robber is prowling around.  Well, they did at first, but after the 6^th or 7^th time it went off, they figured out that the best home alarm was just going off. They’ve even got all together and asked me to get rid of it, if only so they could all sleep at night.  And I can’t blame them.  I haven’t been sleeping either.  So it’s back to the store for the best home alarm.  I’ll just have to hope no one ever breaks into my house again.

Location, location, location.  Whenever somebody moves into a new state, city, or neighborhood, it’s always about location.  Is public transportation nearby?  How faraway is your job?  How about your friends?  How about your girlfriend?  Grocery store?  But if you’re young, you’re probably thinking about where you hang out.  There’s bookstores, restaurants, coffee shops, but, most importantly, you’re thinking about “the scene.”  Clubs and bars.  Is your neighborhood trendy and have a lot of nightlife?  Maybe older people don’t consider this, especially if they have families or children they’d rather move out to the suburbs.  However, twenty-somethings are definitely thinking of being where all the action is. 

            Back in November, I moved into the north side Chicago neighborhood of Wicker Park.  This is a neighborhood with a huge reputation for its nightlife and bar scene.  Every single night of the week, bars are open and people are crowding into them.  Every hour of the night, somebody’s out having a good time.  Basically put, the neighborhood never sleeps.  With all the young hipsters this attracts, a number of trendy coffee shops, clothing stores, bookstores, and art galleries have grown up around Wicker Park.  While more families, couples, and older people have moved in recent years, there’s still a huge amount of hustle and bustle.  Wicker Park even borders Bucktown and the Ukrainian Village, two other neighborhoods known for their bar scenes.  In fact, all three neighborhoods together comprise one big bar scene.  In fact, the next nearest neighborhood is Lincoln Park where DePaul University has its campus.  Naturally, this are attracts a large amount of young people and even more bars at a reasonable distance from Wicker Park dot the scene. 

            I myself prefer hanging out at the various rock bars.  They’re not always the cleanest and might actually be considered dives, but they play the music I like, my friends hang out there, and I feel at home.  On a typical night of bar-hopping, I’ll start off at the Cobra Lounge, which sits on the fringes of the Ukrainian Village at the intersection of Ashland and Fulton, which is a mere fifteen minutes from my apartment on North Avenue.  This is the most upscale of the rock bars on the scene and also the youngest in terms of age.  From there, I take Ashland to Fullerton in Lincoln Park to that infamous dive called Liars Club.  The front door looks ready to fall off its hinges and the stairs are warped, but it s a cozy, warm place where they never overcharge the drinks. 

 Occasionally, I might make a side trip to the Mutiny on Western Avenue in Bucktown or Quenchers, which across the street, but I’m not really a regular at either.  Mostly, I’ll only go to see a band that’s playing.  However, I always end the night at Exit, which is down North Avenue at Throop and stays open until four (five on Saturday nights).  Open since 1981, Exit is dressed up to look like a dive, but its two floors, four actual bars, chains on the walls, and loud punk rock and metal.  It’s sort of like the theme park of bars.  Even if they always overcharge their drinks, I’ve always had a good time there.

Those are just my preferences though.  There are more than enough bars in the area for everyone, even people with far different tastes than me.