Early Monday morning I will board the Amtrak at Union Station for the three hour trip to Springfield. It is the biennial convention of the 40,000 member Illinois Retired Teachers Association.
I’m looking forward to hearing from our attorney, John Fitzgerald. John is with the firm of Tabet DiVito & Rothstein. It was Gino DiVito who gave the main oral argument before the Illinois Supreme Court in the historic case that preserved pensions for current retirees and those in the public pension systems.
John will bring us up to day on the legal shenanigans that continue around our public pensions.
I will be taking copious notes.
However, it does mean that I will be in the state capital for Halloween. Scary enough. I’ll try getting out early enough to get home in time for trick or treating.
Plus the legislature will not be in session, so there is safety in that.
There was the time I was in Springfield and had dinner at Saputo’s and watched as a stream of very large lobbyists with big pinky rings approached Mike Madigan at his regular corner table, bending over to whisper in his ear.
The time the IEA cancelled Lobby Day because of imaginary construction in the Capitol. Our local went anyway and got thrown out of Governor Quinn’s office.
That weird moment when I found myself lobbying my chief lobbyist to have the union support a testing opt-out bill. They never did support it.
Searching South Springfield for the birth place of the corn dog with shop teacher Steve Senf and finding it. Surprisingly, it did not come on a stick.
Senator Dick Durbin speaking to a group of us, union members, supporting the Iraq War.
Marching with ten thousand people ten years ago for a fair income tax. We’re still waiting for that one.
The IRTA convention is held at a hotel close to the interstate. It is not in downtown Springfield, which doesn’t really matter to me.
There is not much that is charming about Springfield.
But once every couple of trips I head over to Lincoln’s grave in a cemetery on the north side of town.
I like paying my respects to the great man.
There’s one in town, anyway.