A busload of nursing students went to Springfield today for Nursing Political Action Day. Every year student nurses from all over the state gather to listen to nurse leaders and learn about our responsibilities to our profession, then march to the Capitol building.

During the lunch break, Jenny and I visited Abraham Lincoln's house. I definitely appreciated the history more than I did in seventh grade, when I was more concerned about a chaperone finding out about the Bowie knife I bought at the New Salem Historic Site and confiscating it. Seriously, who sells a knife to 12 year old?

I wonder if the passenger who sat here completed the sudoku before or after urinating everywhere.

Draft Day. Kuta hoists the Jeremy Hernandez Memorial League trophy above the city. He threepeated this year, much to the annoyance of the nine other general managers. Bastard.

Every year me and Bill and Trupe and Nick get together for ribs flown up from Rendezvous, a famous rib joint in Memphis. Vivian joined us this year, and as it would be irresponsible to let a one year old chew on a rib bone, she ate fruit and cheerios as we dined on our annual delicacy.

I went to see The Eagles tonight with my family. The tickets said "No Cameras", so I took this picture in the parking lot of the Sears Center and then left my camera in the car. Once the show started, Glenn Frey invited everyone to take no more than three photos per song. Oh well.

I grew up listening to a lot Eagles, Fleetwood Mac, and Journey. There was a period of time in college where I thought I was too cool for the Eagles, but that has passed, and now I enjoy their music again. Don Henley and Joe Walsh played a lot of their solo material. "The Heat Is On" did not make the setlist; I wonder if Glenn Frey was pissed about this, or is willing to accept the nerdiness of his solo career.

I made a flyer advertising focus groups being conducted for ER nurses. Jeri, Debbie, and Deborah were kind enough to let me use their likenesses. I titled it "Looking Bravely Forward", which was the name of a sketch show I was in a couple years ago.

Beer garden season approaches.