Today I went with Greg to deliver a body to Chicago. It sounds very Al Capone-ish, doesn't it? It certainly felt mobster-ish to be delivering a body to Chicago--especially in the part of the city we were in! The nice lady from Athens who died had decided to donate her body to science, so we were delivering her to the Anatomical Gift Association of Illinois. It sounds legitimate enough, but when we found ourselves in the industrial slums of Chicago (I started singing the Elvis song "In the Ghetto"), at a warehouse underneath the train tracks, right next to several shady-looking pawn shops, I wondered just what kind of "science" her body was being donated to. But hopefully she will end up at a good medical school where she can help doctors-in-training learn how to help people.
Once we found our way out of the ghetto, we planned on having lunch at one of my favorite Chicago spots: Navy Pier. The two times I had been to Navy Pier in the past, however, I had walked there (from the Sheraton with Mom and then from the Sears Tower with David, Teal, and Melissa), and I was unaware of just how much it costs to park at Navy Pier. We decided that since parking would probably cost more than lunch, we would head out of downtown and find a good place to eat. Here's a shot of the Sears (Willis) Tower with the remnants of the recent massive snowstorm. It was a really nice, warm day today. We went to a restaurant in Willowbrook, Illinois, that my friend Melissa had recommended. It's called
Portillo's, and we had some amazing Chicago-style hot dogs there--complete with onions, pickle slices, tomato slices, sweet relish, and peppers. We enjoyed them so much that we bought a few extras to bring home. So delivering a body to Chicago wasn't really as exciting as it sounds, but we had a good day.
And, I was happy when Mom called to tell me that we had made the BYU homepage! You can see the article by clicking
here. Back during my Lincoln Home days I had been given the assignment to have a tour booklet translated into several different languages--and I was given no guidance whatsoever on who should do the translating. I immediately thought of BYU, and it turned into a class project for some students there. Before I left the Lincoln Home, I had written to BYU, telling them about the students who had done a great job on the brochure translations, hoping that it would give them some good press (my dad gave me the idea to do this--it was a great idea!). The last I heard, BYU had contacted Laura for more info. on the project, so I figured that the news story would die in her hands (she didn't really agree with my choice to have BYU do the translations, but she didn't have any other ideas)--and so I was pleasantly surprised to see that BYU published a really nice feature article about the project. It's things like this that make me glad I worked there.
Today I went with Greg to deliver a body to Chicago. It sounds very Al Capone-ish, doesn't it? It certainly felt mobster-ish to be delivering a body to Chicago--especially in the part of the city we were in! The nice lady from Athens who died had decided to donate her body to science, so we were delivering her to the Anatomical Gift Association of Illinois. It sounds legitimate enough, but when we found ourselves in the industrial slums of Chicago (I started singing the Elvis song "In the Ghetto"), at a warehouse underneath the train tracks, right next to several shady-looking pawn shops, I wondered just what kind of "science" her body was being donated to. But hopefully she will end up at a good medical school where she can help doctors-in-training learn how to help people.
Once we found our way out of the ghetto, we planned on having lunch at one of my favorite Chicago spots: Navy Pier. The two times I had been to Navy Pier in the past, however, I had walked there (from the Sheraton with Mom and then from the Sears Tower with David, Teal, and Melissa), and I was unaware of just how much it costs to park at Navy Pier. We decided that since parking would probably cost more than lunch, we would head out of downtown and find a good place to eat. Here's a shot of the Sears (Willis) Tower with the remnants of the recent massive snowstorm. It was a really nice, warm day today. We went to a restaurant in Willowbrook, Illinois, that my friend Melissa had recommended. It's called Portillo's, and we had some amazing Chicago-style hot dogs there--complete with onions, pickle slices, tomato slices, sweet relish, and peppers. We enjoyed them so much that we bought a few extras to bring home. So delivering a body to Chicago wasn't really as exciting as it sounds, but we had a good day.
And, I was happy when Mom called to tell me that we had made the BYU homepage! You can see the article by clicking here. Back during my Lincoln Home days I had been given the assignment to have a tour booklet translated into several different languages--and I was given no guidance whatsoever on who should do the translating. I immediately thought of BYU, and it turned into a class project for some students there. Before I left the Lincoln Home, I had written to BYU, telling them about the students who had done a great job on the brochure translations, hoping that it would give them some good press (my dad gave me the idea to do this--it was a great idea!). The last I heard, BYU had contacted Laura for more info. on the project, so I figured that the news story would die in her hands (she didn't really agree with my choice to have BYU do the translations, but she didn't have any other ideas)--and so I was pleasantly surprised to see that BYU published a really nice feature article about the project. It's things like this that make me glad I worked there.
1 comment:
Okay, that is just crazy about delivering a body to the Chicago ghetto. Crazy.
And great job on the translation project. It was cool to see you mentioned and quoted-you are a true professional!
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