Tin Shed Withdrawals

While you were sleeping Sean and I were having the worst eggs known to civilization. As you know, breakfast is our meal of choice. Whether it’s at the Glenwood in Eugene, or the Tin Shed in Portland, or any yet-to-be-tried diner of the day. But who would of thought that we’d be having our once weekly get together at Chicago’s O’Hare airport. At 5:30a.m.

I had a 4:30-7:00a.m. layover on my way to Montreal, and Sean came an hour early to meet up before his flight back to Portland.

We mistakenly passed up Cinnabon for a full meal at Chili’s, but the booth was worth it.

Sean updated me on his vacation, and I gave him the latest on the Sand marketing frontline. We even spent a moment at Waterstone bookstore to turn the book face out.

It was great to do our thing — get pumped on current projects, and dream a bit about the promise of near and distant possibilities.

Though it’s safe to say, we both still need a Tin Shed fix.

Proof that this early morning meetup really happened? It’s all in the pics.

*Cubs fan in his hometown (just two tables away from the governor)
*Leo at Large
*We’re awake!