Big big thanks to graysong—you know, that other guy from the magazine—for pretty much being responsible for this whole issue's content. He doubles as a rodeo enthusiast. How apropos, then, that he organized all the photography for Windy City Rodeo 2006. I'm sure he'll show you his bumps and bruises if you caress him just right. Great job, graysong.
My meager contribution consists of one picture from Chuck Renslow's White Party, which was a lot of fun. The drinks were flowing, as were the grass skirts on the stripper boys. Always high class.
Pick up next week's issue as we go back to the bar scene and marvel at the new Miss & Mr. Continental. Can't wait, can you?
On a personal note, and why I'm running short this week, I regret to write that this past Tuesday, my grandmother Auguster Williamson passed away at the age of 74 after a debilitating stroke. Ever since, my mind has been flooded with pleasant memories of boyhood lessons learned from her very wise lips.
Perhaps my most cherished memory was the night she and I stayed up all night in the kitchen, shelling peas and talking. She told all about family history, and we discussed what the future would hold for me. She was constantly a source of love and unflinching support and although she can no longer speak to me, these memories I hold dear continue to impart lessons on me to this day and on into that very same future we discussed that hot July night in 1986 shelling peas in her white kitchen.
I'll miss you.