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Most Recent Update:  April 27, 2011 

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HB, CM.

A dapper Chris Marion, shown here in his early 90s Cossack camouflage-attire phase. 

With such a rich sartorial history, Chris, we know with certainty that you will have

a most fashionable, GQish kind of birthday celebration. 

All the Best on your Big Day, young man!

 

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HB, MDM!

Mavourneen – crisply-starched Baskin-Robbins’ uniform on, freshly-polished ice cream scoop in hand, mouth

 salivating at the prospect of dipping her ultra-sanitized digits into 31 flavors all day – stands ready for the

 summer onslaught in this archival shot, circa 2000.  Although reaching the carefree heights displayed here 

 will be difficult in the modest confines of Chicago, we nevertheless urge you to give it your best shot.

All the Best on your Big Day, young lady!

 

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-from deep in the HackFester Archives-

Alayna...the embarrassing early days.

The Birthday Girl, shown here during her brief tenure (9 minutes, in all) as a

 advertising product model.  This job ended shortly after the above photo was

taken when, suddenly coming to her senses, she disgustedly flung down the

offending (and highly suggestive) pen, leaped off the table (snapping both stiletto

heels in the process), and hobbled straight from the room, nearly knocking over Don

Draper who, late as usual, was just arriving for the meeting.  The next day, she purchased

a copy of The Feminine Mystique by Betty Friedan, The Female Eunich by Germaine Greer, and

anything she could get her hands on by Gloria Steinem, including all back issues of Ms.

Magazine, and the rest, as they say, is history....

All the Best on your Big Day, Alayna!

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Another Januschian Special Event.

Somewhere in New Mexico, not too long ago -  Jason -- the oldest and easily the 

most manly of the next-gen offspring -- is shown here practicing his favorite

 song in preparation for April 4th:  "Happy Birthday to me.  Happy Birthday to me. 

Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday to me.  Hell yeah."

(Second verse, same as the first.)

We fully concur:  All the best on your Big Day, J!

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HB, Marcos!

 

 

 Although he's now enjoying his retirement years, Marcos hasn't lost his edge in the carving department....

 

Here he is slicing through St. Paddy's corned beef as if he were wielding a chain saw.

(Of course, it helps that the brisket was as tender as a stick of room-temperature butter, having been slow-roasted to absolute

perfection in the O'Janusch kitchen hearth.)

 Still, it was a treat to watch the master in action, as attired in his color-coordinated carving shirt (reserved exclusively

 for this cut of meat to conceal inadvertent splatters), he gritted his teeth and bore down with much-practiced pressure on his

recently-sharpened, 40-year-old chef's knife (a wedding present from -- how appropriate for this Irish gathering -- John & Eleanor O'Brien).

I observed him employing quality control by pulling out his trusty protractor and carefully measuring the width of each slice

 to ensure uniformity. And now and again, he would pause, step back, mop his gently perspiring brow with his lightly starched

Irish linen handkerchief, and admire the results of his unparalleled bladework.

 Alas, it was a fleeting masterpiece:  In short order, dinner guests were marching past the buffet where they

 hungrily speared one portion of brisket after another, oblivious of the spectacular presentation

of ideally-sliced-and-ready-to-serve-succulent-deep-roasted corned beef providing a savory contrast to the glistening white platter.

It was more along the lines of quickly fill one's plate, wolf it all down, and hustle back for seconds, all the while giving proper acclaim to the modest cook.

 

Such is life:  The kudos always go to the chef, not the chef's carver, but on this, his birthday, we salute the carver: All the Best on your Big Day, Marcos.

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Mecca for McDonalds' Fanatics.
Arches National Park, UTah, March 22, 2011 - The Boys of Delicate Steve pose in the time-honored tradition
of the original Mormons, who passed this way more than a century-and-a-half ago and being a
spontaneous lot, mimicked the arch for the daguerrotype taken that day (now lost to history).    
DS -- fortunately traveling in a 15-passenger van, NOT a covered wagon -- is deep into its Western
swing and is next bound for Seattle....
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Proving once again it's not what you know,
it's who you know....
Hi Steve,
 While I was in line at the concession stand at the Michigan Theater this
evening, I heard  some really cool music coming from overhead. 
The guys behind the counter told me it was "Caramel" by Piglet.  I said that it
reminded  me of Delicate Steve, and they said, "YOU know Delicate Steve!?! 
We just saw them when they came to Detroit!  We thought they were better
than the band they opened for...."
 
These guys really love your music.  They even said they bought the CD
(actually, I think they said "record").  Of course, I had to say that I'm
your aunt.  Smart move: They gave me free popcorn....Thanks Steve. 
 
Love, Aunt Linda - 3/20/11
 
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Whoa!! That is awesome! Good to hear a story like that. Really glad
people are digging, even cooler that you got free popcorn! Hope all is
well in Ann Arbor, currently stopping at a grocery in Albuquerque on
the way up to Seattle...stopping in Moab UT tonight, have some time to
spend in Arches national park tomorrow!
Take care, Steve - 3/21/11
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One Century Old.
photo circa 1922, Detroit, Michigan
Martha Mary (O'Brien) Marion, born on this day in 1911.  Impossible to believe that so
much time has passed, looking at this sweet, young, long-maned lass, dressed for what?  Her
Confirmation?  Easter?  Her birthday?!  Some such special occasion, in any case, with those shoes
and the flowered hair band. Not exactly the most picturesque background -- could be behind the
 house at 1158 Putnam (long since torn down to make way for Wayne State's expansion).  Maybe it was
selected on purpose for contrast?  If so, it worked.
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Bangers 'n Mash
This Irish take on a Brit classic is best washed down
with a pint of -- what else? -- Guinness, eaten while
sitting before a peat fire, and finished off with a cup of Irish
coffee.  As we celebrate this St. Paddy's Day...

Always remember to forget
The troubles that passed away.
But never forget to remember
The blessings that come each day.

The problem is fitting it into your shopping cart...
Now on sale at your local Walmart...if your local Walmart is in China, that is.
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-another pertinent boat-
All Aboard!
Detroit riverfront, looking north up Woodward Avenue, circa 1953.
(Note Vernors' sign, upper left.) 
Check out this cool site on all things Bob-Lo.
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- from Julie's historical collection -
Hot fun in the summertime...

As the record-breaking winter of 2011 continues to plague us, we offer this most artful shot of maternal grandmother

 Nell Harrington (left), just 25 at the time and still two-and-a-half years away from her marriage to Michael O'Brien.

She and her (unidentified) friend are dressed to the hilt in amazingly authentic "fin de siecle" costumes.  Oh.  Wait a minute.

 Those aren't costumes.  It's actually what they wore to the lake that July day some 111 years ago.  Hmmm.  Gets you wondering

what current beach fashions will look like to our progeny 111 years from now (or in the year 2122).   Will they seem as

 antiquated and overly-modest as these do?  Is that even possible?

wom

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It's Official.

JP (AKA, "Marion, Baby") finally weighed in with his poundage at birth. Turns out that he was the runt

of the manly portion of the litter. Here are the final, official stats.  Read 'em and weep, lightweights...

 

WOM - 9 lbs, 14 oz

MJM - 9 lbs, 6 oz

RJM - 9 lbs, 3 oz

JPM - 9 lbs, 2 oz

JAJ - 8 lbs, 13**

**But, remember, a girl, she was delicate and fragile, a mere wisp, yet she still almost beat poor, anorexic

 Marion, Baby.   But wait, there's more!  Look at his arrival time!  3:21am!  An anorexic AND an insomniac! 

Your basic all-around disaster from day one!  Poor Martha, poor Billy.

wom

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On Steve's most recent swing through Detroit (2/22/2011), he insisted on an encore visit to Hamtramck's

jewel, the Polish Village Cafe.  He categorically stated that the Polish Platter he consumed there back in November

was the culinary highlight of his Fall Tour, and he had been salivating and drooling about the experience ever since.

So Nicole, JP, Steve, and I braved the bitter cold and unploughed Detroit side streets -- looking just like

two-track roads -- and made Steve's dream come true.  For those of you who are unfamiliar with the Polish

Village Cafe, here's what it's all about...Click here:  PVC.

wom

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Hungry Y'all?

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Seriously hilarious (Y'all).

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