Frank Gonzalez

Weds 4/6: BOG -> ATL -> ORD
A Botero figure became my latest souvenir purchase to bring home. Landing 15 min early at O'Hare enabled a smooth connection to Metra. Booking 303 Taxi online had a cab waiting for me in Buffalo Grove. The funny thing is the cab ride to Walnut Ave cost the same leaving El Dorado Airport for my apartment in Bogota!
Thurs 4/7: LOYOLA & CUBBY BEAR
The spinach deep dish pizza was the best part of the buffet lunch at Carmen's. Thanks to Alison, I met for over an hour with her friend who works in university level educational administration. My next couple months will include researching student/ academic affairs career paths. Dad and I hung out and saw the Bulls beat up on the Celtics over a rib eye!
Fri 4/8: TOYOTA AND LINCOLN
Guess which one is a car? My Matrix XR was serviced for a recall while we went to see the latest Matthew McCounaghey film.
Sat 4/9: AUDITION & MEXICAN FOOD
To my delight Todd Bulmash and Aaron Stash were both at callbacks for Forever Plaid. I hope they get cast! I'll be playing Smudge again. After a trip to the barber I went to dinner with my theater friend, Sarah. Movie night took a twist when we watched Aladdin instead of some classic older movies.
Sun 4/10: BUBBE'S BIRTHDAY
This was a special party all around. I finally met Casey and was excited to see Shawn and Abigail. I'm working on posting a speech that Bubbe gave after we had cake.
Mon 4/11: WALKER BROTHERS & SHOELESS JOE'S
It turns out that some high school jobs were posted over the weekend, but I didn't see them until later this week. After returning my car I had an apple pancake a la mode with Mom. In the evening Andy, Ryan, and I grabbed some food.
Tues 4/12: ORD -> ATL -> BOG
The Hartsfield-Jackson airport decided it would be a good day for runway construction. So, although I was at my gate over an hour before the boarding time, the and weather was all clear, the first flight left 90 minutes late. Hustling to the connecting flight, they reopened the gate for be to board. I stopped to talk with the agent at the desk, who apparently was in Spanish mode, asking "Ha llegado mi equipaje?" Any guesses? That means, "Has my luggage arrived?" She frantically referenced the luggage receipts I was holding amongst my other documents. Feeling she had missed my point, I rephrased my question a bit. "Han llegado mis maletas?" (Have my suitcases arrived? Thanks again, high school Spanish!) When she continued to usher me on board, I decided it would only be with good luck that my bags would possibly be in Bogota from our flight. Sure enough, they weren't. A Delta agent gave me a receipt for the bags, along with his name and phone number, and I confirmed that I was supposed to return to the airport near a restaurant on Thursday morning. Oh well. At least I had a nice conversation about Chicago and Buenos Aires with three flight attendants while taking a tram from the runway to the gate.
Weds 4/13: BACK TO IT
My first block of teaching was lousy, though the rest of the day was much smoother. I was ready to sleep a lot by the end of the day. Pizza = dinner. Bulls = 62 wins.
Thurs 4/14: DELTA, DELTA, DELTA, MAY I HELP YA, HELP YA, HELP YA?
8:30 AM  Arjadis, a receptionist, kindly called the agent; my bags can be delivered.
10:20 AM  Luckily done with classes for the day, I signed out to wait at home.
12:45 PM One correct bag (including the banana bread) arrived. The second bag belonged to Frank Gonzalez. I know that sometimes people think I'm Hispanic (or Italian, which I prefer), but not only am I not Frank Gonzalez, I don't even know Frank Gonzalez. I don't know whether he's the Frank Gonzalez who, according to the Internet, got a PhD at UW-Madison and works at their Center for Cancer Research, the painter of abstract landscapes who makes birds and figurative works, the guy who investigates tsunamis for the NOAA, or just some random guy. However I am now most grateful to know that he lives over 50 blocks from me... so sometime this afternoon he will be discussing with a Delta employee why he received the red bag with black trim instead of the black bag with red trim (that I received.) Anyway it could've been worse. Neither of us is Gaylord Fokker.
2:45 PM Done and done. Woo-hoo!