Author: Jenna Vandenberg

Teacher, writer, runner, mom and wife.

Every Sno-Isle Library

Two months into 2019, I finally finished one of my 2018 New Year’s Resolutions.

The goal was to visit all the libraries in the Sno-Isle system. I am trying to deal with the fact that I have both wanderlust and children by embarking on a series of micro-adventures. Since I can’t visit all fifty states or every continent (right now, anyway), I am settling for visiting all 23 libraries in the Sno-Isle system.

Luckily, library branches are on islands, peninsulas, mountains, and near hiking trails. Lots of opportunities for adventures.

So, with my two kids in tow, the challenge was to make an expedition out of each library visit.

I was so anxious to get started I forgot that a resolution should take plan in one calendar year and started on December 27th of 2017. At the time, I figured that I’d be done by the time the 2018 baseball season started and I could give all my extra attention to the Mariners. I was a few months off.

I just crossed the last library off my list today, February 23rd 2019. So I was only a year off. Close enough.

Trailhead Libraries

The Darrington library is up in the northeast corner of my region, surrounded by the North Cascades. It was a library that I kept putting off. Part of the problem is that it’s closed Sundays. Initially, I figured that we’d stop here on one of our trips out of town. We passed Darrington twice last summer, once while heading to Ross Lake to go camping one rainy weekend in June and a second time on the way Winthrop. However, we never ended up stopping there on the way to our vacations, and both return trips were on Sundays when the library was closed. Therefore, summer came and went and I realized that I’d better get up to Darrington before it started snowing, since I am deathly afraid of the driving-mountains-snow trifecta of death. My delays turned out to be a good thing because the girls and I headed up to Darrington in the middle of fall when all the leaves were busy looking gorgeous.

Hiking was a total bust. I tried to take the girls up Boulder River Trail, and after four miles of driving on a gravelly pot-holed forest service road, my five-year-old pitched a total anti-hiking fit about 200 meters into the hike. So that was fun.

Sultan was better. It was one of the first libraries that we went to during the early spring of 2018, and after the rainy drive and library, we headed to Wallace Falls, which is a great kid hike. There is a less-than-a-mile loop with a waterfall early in the trail that served as motivation for my lackluster little hiker.

A train pulled through town just as we headed into the City Hall-Library combo, which is VERY exciting if you are three. We enjoyed the slow comfort of book, stuffed bears, cozy chairs and magnet building blocks before heading to Wallace Falls State Park in Gold Bar.

Wallace Falls one of my favorite kid hikes. It starts with a gravel straightaway that just begs to test out your sprinting skills. That was everyone gets the impulse to run out of the way before the real hike starts are we all need to stick closer together. Once in the woods, the trail splits off into paths of varying length and difficulty. We chose the .5 mile down to Small Falls and then did an extra little loop before heading back. 

The Granite Falls Library is also tucked in between mountains and trailheads, although we opted to visit the museum instead. It was a delightful tiny open-only-on-Sundays place that featured mostly logging lore and very enthusiastic staff of elderly volunteers who gave us candy. The library was super cozy.

The Mukilteo Library is a trailhead library, which is weird because Mukilteo is not in the mountains, but right on Puget Sound. However, the library is surrounded by the Big Gulch Trail which leads down to the beach.

The Oak Harbor Library also turned out to be a hiking destination. Even though Oak Harbor is (like Mukilteo), is right on the water, in order to get to the place, you have to drive over a very dramatic bridge. The Deception Pass Bridge connects Whidbey Island to the mainland, and the little park on the Whidbey side is a perfect place to park your car and take a walk across the bridge (unless you are scared of heights) and/or walk down to the beach.

Island Libraries

When the girls and I visited Camano Island Library, I wasn’t expecting the place to feel so island-y, since Camano Island. It’s more of a peninsula that has a couple of slough-like rivers separating it from the mainland. Yet, the minute we drove over the (not at all dramatic) bridge I got that island feeling. Everything was immediately brighter, more relaxed, slower, more fun. We stopped at a park, got ice cream by the library, took the scenic route to the beach. Total island stuff. Sorry for misjudging you, Camano Island.

The Clinton and Langley Libraries on the south end of Whidbey Island. The Clinton library is tiny and charming. We took a ferry across the sound to visit. It must have been sometime in October, because I remember the Clinton librarian taking my girls on a pumpkin-counting hunt through the library. The Langley library was fun because it was right in the middle of the tourist center of town, near a firehouse-turned-glass-blowing factory and lots of good places to eat. The library itself was bright and airy with tons of great toys. This was one of the girls’ favorites.

We visited the Coupeville and Freeland libraries in late February 2018. The thing I remember most of about these libraries was that my husband was there too. Most of our library adventures were just me and the girls, but in February we went to Coupeville as a family because I was running a trail race that I was not at all prepared for. Oblivious to the fact that I was about the run the worst race of my life, we spend the weekend on Whidbey visiting libraries and staying at a perfect little AirBnB.

Destination Libraries

Edmonds: With a rooftop overlooking the town and the water, this is one of those libraries that people get married in.

Monroe: This library was an unexpected wonder. A glass wall backing up to a forest, the best play area of the bunch, a fun park next door and delicious taco trucks nearby.

Snohomish: Definitely the pearl of the sno-isle system, the Snohomish library is going for that old-world charm feel, with dark wood and tall ceilings, and cozy chairs tucked around the fireplace. A perfect place to spend a dark and rainy night. Naturally, I don’t have a picture but you can see some good ones here.

Stanwood and Marysville: Okay, these libraries weren’t really the destination, but they were perfect stops on the way to the Warm Beach Lights of Christmas Festivals. We stopped at Stanwood in 2017, and Marysville in 2018.

Around Town

Lakewood/Smokey Point, Arlington, Lake Stevens, Mill Creek, Mountlake Terrace and Lynnwood: Okay, when it came to these libraries I’ll have to confess that I didn’t really make an expedition out of them. There were no ferries, ice-cream stops, AirBnBs or trails. Usually the most exciting thing we did after visiting these libraries was to stop at Safeway for groceries on the way home. Not that they aren’t great libraries though.

The library in the town that is 5 minutes from my house and I have never been there

Brier is the town right next to me. In the five years I’ve lived here I had never even driven through Brier. It’s a little pocket neighborhood tucked in a triangular space between two freeways. I know that sounds horrible, but it isn’t. Because Brier is on the way to absolutely nowhere, nobody ever goes there. Unless they are on a quest to visit every library in the Sno-Isle system. We stopped in at a pizza joint in Brier where everybody knew each other, and we were clearly the out-of-towners (again. I live about five miles away from the place. Total out of towner).

Ah, the strip mall library

The Mariner library is in a strip mall between Everett and Lynnwood. It’s next to a Park n Ride and a good chunk of its patrons have questionable living situations. It is my favorite library because it is mine. It is where I rush nearly every week to pick up my holds. It is where I see my neighbors at the story time, which is tucked in a too-small room in the back. It is the library where my students go to check out laptops and use Wi-Fi and find a tiny space of quiet in their lives. It’s where the best and most patient librarians work – juggling the demands of toddlers, high school students, and an ever-increasing homeless population with grace. It may not have a fireplace or wood paneling or a view of the ocean, but this library is exactly what all libraries should be – a place where anyone, from anywhere, can find a warm welcoming space…and maybe even find themselves the perfect book.

Pages and Presents: Game Changers

Do ya need a slightly cheesy gift to give a tennis-player in your life?

Who doesn’t?

If wrapping up a set of tennis balls is just too boring for you, grab a copy of Game Changers by Lesa Cline-Ransome let this picture book guide the rest of your gifts.

The picture book about Serena and Venus opens by discussing how the young girls had to sweep trash off their local tennis courts before getting a practice in. When my giftee reads this page, she will also spy the sticky note I’d placed there indicating that she can open present #1.

Which is a broom and dust pan set. Because who doesn’t need one of those.

A few pages later, when reading about how four-year-old Venus used to hit five hundred tennis balls at every practice, the lucky recipient of this gift gets to open present #2: some tennis balls (NOT five hundred because who has that much wrapping paper?)

The other two presents are a set of hair ties, to be opened after reading about how Venus and Serena would open bust out of their hairstyles, beads spilling across the court. (The person I gave this gift to definitely does not wear beads in her hair, although buying beads would be a more thematically appropriate gift).

The final present should be tickets to Wimbledon, but instead it is a picture frame in which the recipient of this prize-package can insert a photo of her own killer serve.

The gifts (especially the broom and the picture frame) are admittedly a little off-the-wall. There is a moderate chance that my tennis playing friend will simply be puzzled at the whole situation. On the other hand, perhaps she’ll get a special thrill when opening up a gift that connects with what she just read.

Plus, the book is simply gorgeous. The author’s husband is the illustrator, and he worked in collage for this text. The book itself is a celebration of powerful women, the suspense of sports, and the bond of sisterhood. I loved Jennifer Laughran’s podcast where she interviews the author, which you can listen to right here.

The Monroe Library and Eating Tacos

I can’t make fun of Monroe because I got mad when President Trump called Haiti a shithole country. Although I’m not the president, I figure I’d better not make fun of places while also being mad at presidents who make fun of places. Therefore, Monroe is NOT just one of the pass-through towns that people have to suffer through as they are stuck in traffic after a day skiing or hiking. It is NOT “The New Jersey of Highway 2” as the Seattle Times suggested. (Although I like New Jersey!)

So yay Monroe!! Also, my best friend lives there so I have to like it, even if she doesn’t.

But I’m not just being nice when I say that I love the Monroe Library. It’s the best part of Monroe. It backs up against a wooded area which the architects took full advantage of by covering the library’s backside with windows. The whole place has an open-floor-plan going, which looks really nice, but I’m not sure how practical it is because the non-library voices of children tend to reverberate throughout the whole place. My kids were pretty absorbed with the bins and piles of toys, so they weren’t too noisy.

The high school teacher in me also loves that the YA book sections is as far away from the children’s section as you can get and has a politely worded “no adults allowed” sign. Teenagers have so few spaces that are their own, and I love that the library is giving them one.

When my kids got bored (and therefore) loud, we checked out our pile of books and headed to the taco truck on the end of Main Street. Then I doubled back towards the library so they could run around at the park next to Skykomish River and I could eat my tacos.

Resolutions

So the first task of the New Year was to determine the rules around these goals. There have to be rules for everything. You know when you throw a penny in a wishing fountain? I have rules for my wishes – parameters for what constitutes an acceptable wish. So clearly my New Year resolutions must have rules as well.

Do steps count as miles? Do tweets count towards my word goal? Does reading “Shimmer and Shine Make It Sparkle” for the 62nd time to my daughter count as a “book.”

No. No. And….. No.

Before breaking down the nitty gritty, here are my thoughts on these resolutions. First of all, the words and miles shouldn’t be that tough. I probably ran 1,000 miles last year. I spend the whole summer logging 30-40 mile weeks (but also most of November and December logging 5-10 mile weeks…so…maybe not). Anyways, it’s more of a resolution to keep track of miles more than any big lifestyle change. Same with the writing. I’ll get half of those words down during November’s NaNoWriMo, so it’s actually a pretty small goal. As for reading, I know I didn’t read 100 books last year, but I love reading so that one is just for fun. This way I can tell myself I’m being “productive” when I’m lounging around a novel. Genius.

So here we go with the rules:

Regarding the writing: Only new words of a novel count. Edits don’t count. Blog posts don’t count. Comments I leave on my student’s essays don’t count. I currently have the first draft of two novels 90% completed, so I figure that 100,000 words will be enough to force me to finish those and write a whole new one.

Running: I have to be on an actual run. Wearing running shoes. Daily steps do not count. On track workout days I’ll count my slow jog of a warm-up and cool down but recovery laps between sprints don’t count. Insanity workouts count: 10 mins = 1 mile.

Books: Okay, in order to get to 100 I’ve got to cut as many corners as possible here. Therefore, books I FINISH in 2018 will count. I decided this the last week of January and purposely left the last 40 pages of three separate books unread just so I could count them in 2018. It’s not cheating – it’s planning ahead.

Regarding genre, I legitimately read a lot of YA, and those books are pretty quick. I’m foreseeing a bunch of middle grade books in my future as well. As for picture books, I WILL count them as long as they are “good and useful” picture books. Good means that it’s worthy of some sort of award or placement on a reading list (preferably the National Council for Social Studies Trade Books list). Useful means that I can see a use for the book in a high school classroom. Basically, if my daughter’s don’t like it, it counts. Their taste in literature is terrible. I literally read the first chapter of a my little ponies book to them tonight. That one’s not winning any awards.

That being established, so far in 2018 I have run 19 miles, read three books (Americanah, the 4th in the Outlander series, and Mesmerized: How Ben Franklin)…and I’ve written a grand total of 450 words. Must get on that writing.

But first, off to a library.

All the Sno-Isle Libraries: Stanwood

In order to keep myself entertained until baseball season and my kids entertained until playground weather returns, we’re planning on going on little micro adventures, each other that includes a visit to a library. The hope is to hit all 22 libraries in the Sno-Isle system before the first day of Spring.

A few days ago our first trek took us to Stanwood. We arrived on a dark and stormy night…

But the library was warm and cozy

Then the rain and wind tapered off (a little bit) and we took in the last of the Christmas Lights at Warm Beach, just south of Stanwood. This is something you definitely want to do on a cold weeknight after Christmas because there were no lines anywhere. We hopped on the train three times, did pony rides, participated in story time, gave Rudolph and Frosty hugs, listened in a brass band and sipped hot chocolate. Good stuff.

Looking forward to a lot of reading in 2018

December Running

For the past few years, December has been my month to reset running goals.

December is two months away from my annual fall failure to quality for the Boston Marathon, so my memories for attempting to run 22 miler training runs at 8:40 pace at five in the morning are getting blissfully foggy. As are my memories for those last terrible miles I spent running a marathon that I knew wouldn’t live up to my hopes. 

 

Last September I ran the Light at the End of the Tunnel marathon in hopes that the gentle downhill would give me the edge I needed for that qualifying time. Not so much. I hated the first three miles in those tunnels, crammed in with other runners, desperately trying to avoid puddles, getting stuck on the down sloping sides of the trails, and feeling my headlamp jostle around on my forehead. Things didn’t improve much from there. I stuck with my pace until mile 15 or 16, but it was never an enjoyable run. The scenery was the same the whole race, and the downhill was more monotonous that anything.Anyways, moving on.    

December is also the month following NaNoWriMo, which is my November obsession. Every November, I (along with 384,126 people around the globe) write a 50,000 word rough draft of a novel. Unlike my race goals, I totally achieved my writing goals. During November, early morning track workouts were replaced with early morning writing sessions at Starbucks. My weight and fitness levels adjusted accordingly, so December is a necessary time to staunch that free fall.

 

December is also not January, so I can’t be lumped into the “resolution runners.” You know, those dudes who say they are going to start running and then spend $500 on new running clothes only to quit by February? Not me.

So, last weekend I took a good hard look at the marathon training plan that I’ve never quite managed to follow, and I decided, again, that this year was the year I would be in-shape enough to start this plan in May. Because this training plan is no joke. Week 1 of training kicks off with a 13 mile long run and (speed work). After an October and November is averaging 10 miles a week of running, I clearly have to some work to do. Before jumping into this kind of training, I should really be at 30-40 miles a week.

Starting this week.

Like the resolution-ers I just made fun of two paragraphs ago, my training also began with the spending of money. Race fees were just sent in for the Fort Ebey Kettles Trail Run on Whidbey Island in February. I also booked an airbnb for myself, my two kiddos and my mom so we can make a little weekend out of the event. I’m also planning on the San Juan Island Half Marathon in May. The Everett Aquasox 5K in June, and (of course!) Ragnar in July. No word yet on which marathon I’ll tackle. Stay tuned.  

Unobtainable Summer Goals

Now that National Boards are turned in, my classroom is packed up, and no stacks essays on Algerian colonialism are sitting on my desk, I can finally turn to my summer to-do list. It is as follows:

  1. Ensure that Seattle Mariners make it to the World Series. This basically means checking the standings every 10 minutes, even at 10am when no teams have played and nothing could have possible changed. Thanks to stupid Houston, we are 14 games back. Clearly I need to check the standing more often if this goal is ever going to be accomplished.
  2. Cheer on the Everett Aquasox in their quest to become Northwest League Champs. To accomplish this goal, I actually go to games, although my companions aren’t always the most enthusiastic fans. My dad is as legit as they come (you can’t see his scorecard, but believe me – it’s there), but my daughter needs to really step up her fandom. 
  3. Qualify for the Boston Marathon. Third time’s a qualifier, right? After a 3:55 in 2015 (that would be 15 minutes too slow) and a failure to even race in 2016, I’m back in my Brooks. I spent all of April and May getting in shape enough to start my 16 week training plan, because this is no couch-to-marathon plan. The first week of training called for a 13 miler long run. I’m currently 6 weeks in and doing okay. I even won the Aquasox 5K, also producing the fattest finish line winner’s photo ever. Check out THAT double chin! (I know, I know, the flashframe is tacky, but come on…would you buy that photo?!?) 
  4. Finish my novel. This is on every to-do list I’ve ever written.
  5. Go somewhere new every day. This week is was Orcas Island, where we spend a couple of days in a cabin on Doe Bay (“Doe Bay Cabin” = mobile home with log-wood exterior paneling), which was lovely. The Doe Bay vibe is summed up here:    We did the shortest hikes we could find, picnicked on Mt. Constitution, played in Cascade Lake, and ran around. Fun stuff. 
  6. Read all those books that the Sno-Isle Library thinks I lost and is currently charging me for.

Wish me (and the Mariners!) lots of luck.

Team Patty Murray (also, Team Anyone-Else-Who-Is-Fighting-DeVos)

In an attempt to thoroughly depress myself, I’ve been watching the confirmation hearing of Betsy DeVos. Her advocacy of charter schools and vouchers terrifies me because privatizing schools is pretty much the worst idea in the world. At one point I paused the hearing to call Patty Murray’s office to beg her to keep up the tough questions and do everything within her power to ensure that DeVos doesn’t get confirmed. However, my ability to make a coherent argument on Patty Murray’s voicemail was hindered when I started crying.

So I’m a little biased here, having been a public school teacher for eleven years in three different states. But is it really that radical to suggest students should all receive an equal education?

Because charter schools don’t provide equality. Anymore. Initially, they were supposed to. Charter schools were conceived to be hubs of innovation where students from any zip code could be educated by teachers who were committed to reforming and improving education.

However, the ability to private, monetize, and select students have corrupted this initial vision. Here’s how:

    • Charter schools can often pick and choose their students, while public schools must educate anyone in their service area.
    • Charter school students specifically apply for their desired school. This acts as an initial barrier. Those who are unwilling or unable to apply go to a public school. Families who seek out a specific school tend to have kids who are more likely to succeed in class. If all these kids (and their parents) are no longer invested in public education, the quality of public schools will diminish.
    • Charter schools often get huge contributions from individuals and edtech corporations. While this does often benefit students, it also can lead to a huge conflicts of interest, which in the long run do NOT benefit students.    
    • Despite the fact that charters can often select their own students and get millions of donations of private individuals and corporations, there is no evidence that charter schools categorically educate students better than public schools.
    • While charter schools often call themselves “public,” they have private boards. This had led to several cases of gross mismanagement, fraud, and abuse. (John Oliver highlights some of these instances) In her confirmation hearing Betsy DeVos emphasized that she does NOT believe that all schools should be held to the same accountability measures. In Washington State, this had led to the State Supreme Court deeming charter schools unconstitutional. On a national level, the NAACP has stated its opposition to charter schools.
    • Vouchers and charter schools take money from public schools. When my kick-ass senator Patty Murray asked Betsy DeVos: “Can you commit to us tonight that you will not work to privatize public schools or cut a single penny to public education,” DeVos talked around the question and didn’t answer. “I take that as not being willing to commit to not cutting money from education,” Murray summarized.  

 

 

 

The privatization of charter schools became glaringly obvious to me last summer when I was working on a story about the role of data in education. I interviewed dozens of people for the story: public school teachers, OSPI officials, university profs, and both charter and private school teachers and administrators. I visited Summit Sierra, a charter school in Seattle for the story. While Summit Sierra seemed like a great school with great teachers (which I mentioned in the article), their message to me was very much controlled.

When I speak with people involved with public schools they give me their unfiltered take on educational subjects and allow me to write my story. This is not the case with charter and private schools. Conversations were carefully controlled by HR personnel and writing decisions were challenged. Charter school officials didn’t like that I mentioned that they got undisclosed sums of money and resources from Facebook, didn’t like that I mentioned that the application process could be a barrier to entry, and went to great pains to provide me with unsubstantiated evidence of scores that indicated student growth. Their attempts to control the story spoke volumes about the role that charter schools play in our society.

Public education is worth fighting for. Always. Let’s do it.

Congress:  1-202-224-3121

My Baseball Highlights

 A Chicago and Cleveland gears up for the game of the century, I’m feeling a little jealous about this “World Series” thing that other baseball fans get to experience. For the past fifteen years my baseball season has ended in September, as ten other teams slide into the post-season. But I’m not really that jealous. The Mariners had a great season, and I was one happy fan. Here were some of my baseball highlights of the summer:

Opening Day at Safeco Field

Also, our first anniversary. When my husband and I got married in St. Lucia last year we’d planned the wedding/honeymoon to correspond with my week long Spring Break. We were initially bummed we’d miss Opening Week (very slightly bummed anyways. Sorry Mariners, but getting married in St. Lucia is totally better than a baseball game), but it turns out that getting married in early April is actually awesome because our anniversary nicely lines up with Opening Day.

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So to kick off our first weekend EVER without kids, Jason and I caught a game at Safeco before heading up to the mountains for fishing in Roslyn and spending three hours over dinner at Suncadia. Good stuff.

Cheering on the Everett Aquasox in Hillsboro. Also, Chicken Night.

My brother’s Christmas gift to the family last year was a mid-week trip to Hillsboro, Oregon to coincide with the Everett Aquasox road trip. We stayed at McMenamins Grand Lodge Hotel in the nearby Forest Grove. Like most McMenamins properties, the Grand Lodge is a historic spot. The former old folk’s home/orphanage was renovated to be an all-encompassing compound involving a hotel, bars and restaurants, and a movie theatre. The grounds were extensive and included a disc golf course, a soaking pool, gardens and a chicken coop. It was perfect for kids.

As was the baseball game. It’s always fun to cheer for the opposing team at minor league games – a little rivalry and friendly trash talking always encourages conversation with those seating around us. But the real entertainment of the night was the San Diego chicken. I’d seen him years ago (the guy who first appeared in the chicken getup in 1974 is the same guy who is touring around stadiums), and he is still great. My two year old found him to be just as funny as the rest of us did. She is still prone to break out in exclamations like “Aquasox took chicken’s clothes off!!” and “chicken peed on the umpire!” at random intervals in unrelated conversations.    

Chicken night

Safeco Field with young and uninterested baseball fans

My cure for people who “don’t get” baseball is the same recommendation I have for my students who suck at reading quizzes: take notes.

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Teaching novices to keep score has been my go-to move ever since my dad turned me into the practice two decades ago. This summer I unleashed the excitement on one of my day camp participants. In one inning she went from bored-to-death (pictured above) to understanding the game to jumping around excitedly after each hit. Score keeping for the win. 

Princess and Pirate Night at the Everett Aquasox

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Aquasox Playoffs gets rained out

Although my daughters would definitely classify Princess-and-Pirate Night as there best Aquasox moment, I’m going to have to go with their playoff game at Safeco Field. On account of a rain out the day before, they got the last-minute okay to play in Seattle. Watching the Sox win at Safeco was totally worth sitting through the initial rain out on a school night.

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The nerve wracking September, that terrible series against Toronto, the second-to-last heartbreaking game and my awesome seats at the last game (thanks Alaska Airlines!)

I guess that title says everything here. I’m so happy for those Chicago Cubs fans, but I’m even happier that they can stop whining about curses and playoff droughts. The Cubs at least have been to the Series within the last 100 years. Know when the last time the Mariners went to the World Series? Never. Know which team has the longest postseason drought? Not the Cubs.

It’s probably for the best. I was a hyperventilating disaster all throughout September, constantly checking standings and worrying about Felix’s pitch count and yelling at my co-workers for wearing Seahawks clothes on “blue” Friday when the most important blue team in town was clearly the Mariners. I can’t even imagine what a nerve-wracked nightmare I would have become during an actual post season.

Luckily for my mental state, the Mariners lost their second-to-last game, which ended any play-off possibilities. I had tickets for Sunday’s game, and I got to sit back and enjoy the game without having a heart attack every time a player made contact.

Oh, and Sunday’s tickets were really, really good seats, courtesy of Alaska Airlines. Their social media guru read about my failed  ReadySetCano quest and sent me some right-behind-the-dugout seats as an awesome consolation prize. I know feel justified in racking up my AlaskaAirlines credit card because they are so freaking awesome.

So congratulations to all you Cubs fans and members of The Tribe. Good luck holding it together as you battle through this final game. Someday, someday, someday, I’ll be in your shoes.