I just realized recently that, when I was doing my redesign last year, I missed a golden opportunity to plaster my website with amazing throwback images to the early days of HTML. Stuff like...

I snapped this photo in downtown Arlington Heights, IL, around this time 11 years ago. We were stopping off to buy a gift card for one of Katie’s family members when I saw a broken skateboard ditched on a sidewalk outside a store.

Remember the old days of going to a pizza parlor and drinks were served in those translucent red plastic cups with either the logo of the parlor or a soda logo on them?

Six years ago, Katie’s family treated us all to a Father’s Day morning at the track. Arlington Race Track, more specifically. It was my first and only time ever at the track as I do not like gambling and only deal with horses via the Kentucky Derby on TV. 

I got a pop-up on my phone about an hour ago of a like on an Instagram photo I took from a name I didn't recognize. About 15 minutes ago, I received another notification of a comment on a photo from another name I didn't recognize. Both were attached to the same image in my account.

It was about 11 years ago that I attended my one and only Brickworld LEGO convention in Chicago (actually I think it was in Rosemont).

I totally forgot to post pictures from Nathan’s last day as a second grader. Yeah, can you believe he’s going to be starting third grade in the fall? I sure can’t. 

I don’t remember if it was the first, second, or third edition of it, but today marks the 15th anniversary of Davecago, when a bunch of bloggers got together in Chicago to hang with Dave 2. 

I was scrolling through my Photos app and found this little gem of Nathan on one of my last days at work with the City of Naperville in 2017. 

I was flipping through old Instagram images and found this image from a book signing with Erik Larson, the author of Devil and the White City.

Apparently May 2011 was rife with food and drink throwbacks and I indulged in a couple.

Man, this kid was stylin’ back in the day. It’s all the hat and the ‘tude.

There’s a little HVAC place a couple towns south of us that always has really cute signs out front. Sometimes inspiring, sometimes insightful, often humorous. I love driving by the place to see what’s up.

Right now, I’m drooling over this phôto (ha!) I took at a restaurant three years ago. 

It was a little more than 15 years ago that Katie and I, along with my brother and his then soon-to-be-wife (currently his wife), went to Bachelor's Grove Cemetery in Midlothian, IL. It is supposedly one of the most haunted cemeteries in Chicagoland. And we saw... nothing. No ghosts, no orbs, no chills, no ectoplasm... nada.

This is from two years ago when our pesky neighborhood leprechaun decided to wreak havoc in our bathroom. Nathan was dismayed his trap didn’t catch the little scamp. Never has. 

A lot of people are looking back longingly to this date one year ago and the days immediately surrounding it. Why? It was basically the last week before the U.S. went into pandemic lockdown mode. 

For a handful of years, prior to her death, we would spend some time each winter watching over my brother’s dog, Lilly, while he was in the midst of his heavy travel season for work and his wife would visit allergy-ridden family in California. 

It was 10 years ago this week that my beloved 1997 Ford Ranger kicked the bucket and made way for my 2011 Hyundai Sonata. 

A Dove candy wrapper motivational statement made me a little wistful this morning...

A few weeks ago, my brother contacted me to ask if I was interested in taking back my old Van Halen concert shirt. 

While Katie and I cleared through our bedroom closet a couple weekends ago, I dug out this little gem of a LEGO set I created a long time ago. 

I happened my way down a Wikipedia rabbit hole today and he saw a picture of Sid Vicious. He asked about him and I told Nathan, "That's you!" He looked at me sideways and that's when I showed him this old picture of Nathan wearing his Halloween wig in advance of trick or treating back in 2016.

What’s the oldest photo in the Photo Roll (or whatever they call it on an Android)?

We are full-steam-ahead into my favorite month of the year. My anniversary... changing weather... dying leaves... apple picking... HALLOWEEN!! 

As this Summer season is quickly coming to an end, I thought it might be fun to do a Throwback Thursday to the end of Summer 2017 when we bought Nathan his first bike. 

As Nathan turns eight years old in two days, I thought it appropriate to TBT back a few years to one of the first birthdays where he truly enjoyed the celebration and made it all about himself. His third.

10 years ago today, the City of Naperville was preparing to commemorate the 9th anniversary of the September 11 attacks. It was beautiful and horrible all at once. 

I received a notification in the eBay app today that the service is celebrating its 25th anniversary right now. 25 years? That’s crazy! 

Three years and six days ago was the big-deal solar eclipse that everyone and their dog across North America stopped to check out at some point during their day. 

Three years and two days ago marked my exit from public sector employment after 11 years in municipal government. Tomorrow marks my third anniversary at what I hope is my forever job. I can only hope they feel the same way about me. 

Bronze statues have always freaked me out. They have what I like to call “dead eyes,” which refers to how the sculptors hollow out their pupils to make them seem more lifelike. It’s the opposite effect with me. 

No words necessary...

Seeing as I finished another handmade project for our home...

A little more than nine years ago, my brother took part in a Warrior Dash race. In case you’re not familiar with it, it’s a 5K obstacle race through mud and flames. 

Seeing that the three of us would be on a cruise right now had COVID-19 not happened, howsabout I torture myself with some photos from the last time we were on a cruise 6.5 years ago...