To answer that musical question first posed by Johnny Cash: about neck deep, son.
After riding out 8 inches of rain on Saturday, Tammi Jo and decide to head to the venerable Elks Lodge in Des Plaines, IL to take in the "Bee Bop Battlin' Ball," an all-day musical extravaganza featuring a full slate of rockabilly bands, with our pal Ken Mottet handling emcee duties.
By the time we got there, tho, a small army of emergency workers had cordoned off the perimiter due to the rising Des Plaines River that was engulfing the city (including the Elks Club). Here are a few snapshots of the soggy scene:
No sliders tonite, White Castle is under water. Oddly enough the drive-thru was still lit up for hungry boaters.
Here's a sad site: the golden neon arches of the world's first (franchise) McDonalds sinking into the nighttime muck.
No dancing tonight, my lovely ladyfriend. Frustrated, we headed east to high ground and Meier's Tavern in Glenview. Back in the days before interstates, Old Skokie Road was the main artery connecting Chicago and Milwaukee and was chockablock with roadhouses, taverns and supper clubs. Most are long gone, but a few -- like Meier's, and Charlie Beinlichs in Northbrook -- still marshall on, impervious to the winds of time.
Meier's has everything you need in a bar -- Jagermeister on tap, analog cash register, animated Hamms signs, in-store mini liquor store, tater tots on the menu, and a shrine to Mike Ditka.
Tammi Jo and I flooded ourselves with a few rounds of DAB, and it was time to call it a night. Ahhhh.
With the flood-dampened weekend over, I drove to work this morning to discover a surprise long weekend waiting in the parking garage. No computer, no electricity, no phone -- so no worky. Hey -- it's an ill wind that doesn't blow some good!