My clay shooting has been severely limited the past couple years by the outrageous amount of time committed to chauffeuring my daughters to their various activities (most egregiously, gymnastics).

I very much want to do it at least once or twice this summer, whether at Palos or Hickory Hills or Frankfort. On a side note, I find it amusing that a lot of Chicago-area shooting clubs are named after towns they are not located in (Palos in Frankfort, Hickory Hills in Plainfield, Frankfort in Mokena, etc).

on wanting him to take it to the high table.

Desert strolls don't look all that fun.

Some trailer called it a great trilogy, so at the end I messed my pantry a bit. Thank God Morpheus was my proverbial Depends.

It rules. 1 > 3 > 2. And 3 is not far behind 1.

Sounds like you didn't like 3 for what it was, you disliked it for what it wasn't. Seems like the same complaint GoT gets.

It is an action-fest. Spoiler: Maybe not for book lovers, though. Now, THAT was classic! Who needs a pencil, when you have a book?