To watch it, just click here: Gregory Maguire

While you’re at the site, you might want to check out a few of their other productions. The Ann Arbor Borders (Store 01) has hosted an awfully eclectic selection of authors and musicians. It’s nice to see their brief visits preserved as first-rate video productions.

As a fan of Christopher Moore, I’m kind of partial to this one.

We had the grand tour, ate some wonderful food and saw a football game that was … well, not a good game, not precisely. In all honesty, Notre Dame looked as if they’d struggle to beat a decent high school football team. But after U of M’s rocky start, a win was a win.

On Tuesday, back home and back at work, I was very envious that the girls had the chance to attend a reading and signing with Gregory Maguire, who ranks right near the top of my personal “favorite writers” list. The author of Wicked, Son of a Witch, Lost, Mirror Mirror, Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister and a passel of children’s books, Maguire was visiting Borders’ flagship store in Ann Arbor to promote his newest, What-the-Dickens: The Story of a Rogue Tooth Fairy.

I would have happily let a fairy, rogue or otherwise, take away a few of my own teeth for the chance to attend this event, but I’m so pleased that my daughters now have such great opportunities available to them, just moments away. A signed book is a marvelous keepsake, no doubt, but an evening spent listening to a world-class writer discuss his work is truly a lifetime gift.

I could fill a dozen blog posts and still not come close to describing the things I’m feeling right now, just a scant 24 hours before my daughters walk across the stage to get their high school diplomas.

Rather than blather on endlessly and unsuccessfully, I’ll say it as simply as I can:

Congratulations, girls. I love you.

And yes, the girls said it held up for them, too. They were not only able to enjoy the show through adult eyes, but appreciate the production as well. After their backstage experiences, which have included working on the local stage crews for several Broadway touring shows (Aida, Miss Saigon), they could see and understand the sheer amount of work it takes to put on a performance like Medieval Times, from the lights, sound and effects to the costumes, sets and props.

And besides, they got to take a photo with their knight.

We had a slight mishap on the way to the Western Suburbs. No, not on the Chicago streets. Driving in Chicago is always interesting, but never as nightmarish as people make it out to be. Our mishap occurred before we even escaped the parking garage — an extremely tight, cramped labyrinth where traffic up and down the ramp shares a space about a lane-and-a-half wide, and where every corner is impossibly narrow and sharp, especially for us, in our oversized Northern Michigan pickup truck. We were entering the last turn, a right-hand maneuver of more than ninety degrees, around the wall and into the skinny lane at the pay booth. There was a car coming up at the same time, so I eased over as far as I could, a little farther, and a little bit farther still, and that was when the truck decided to strike up an intimate relationship with the wall. To quote Stephen Sondheim: Boom. Crunch. We now have an extra-special souvenir: genuine, authentic Chicago parking garage paint embedded in the side of our truck, and as a bonus, some minor body work ahead.

Today, our last day here, will be odds and ends. We tossed the agenda and decided to finish the trip just like we started it, hanging loose and playing everything by ear. Tomorrow, it’s an early start to Milwaukee for the Cubs-Brewers game, and then back to the snowy wilds of the north.

What have we learned? A lot. The biggest lesson, I think, is that Chicago is still the best, whether you’re a resident, a tourist, or a former resident who feels like a tourist. Despite what they say, you can occasionally go home again . . . but try not to do it during spring break, unless you like to wait nearly an hour to get into every restaurant.

I’m not sure if I’ll squeeze in another post from here or not. I’m guessing not. So I’ll leave you for now with one final glimpse of the lovely Chicago skyline, captured yesterday from the steps of the Adler Planetarium. This one’s worth clicking for the full-sized view.

After quickly being accepted at four perfectly fine “second choices,” they waited and waited and waited, and waited and waited, and waited some more, and waited a little bit longer, and waited another little bit after that to hear from their top choice, the school they’ve always wanted to attend.

Yesterday, they got the word.

They’re official members of the Class of 2011 at the University of Michigan.

Congratulations, girls!

P.S. You can breathe again now.