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OK, Now About BFE


BFE is North Henderson, a village about 14 miles north of Galesburg. It has a volunteer fire department, a second-hand shop and a post office. It is a classic "bedroom community" for those working in the Quad Cities and even Peoria. The guy living around the corner to me commutes to Caterpillar in Peoria and drives 70 miles one way. There is a ball diamond down the road a bit and I hear they have games all summer long most nights. Might be nice to walk over and catch some games.


Ten reasons I like BFE:


1. No Trains!!


2. No Trains!!


3. The only gang graffiti around here is the sign hawking the pancake breakfast by the local Lions Club.


4. The only time you have to wait in traffic is when church gets out on Sunday and then its maybe three cars.


5. There are no lines at the Post Office.


6. I'd forgotton how full the night sky is and theres something moving and blinking all the time.


7. Its so freaking quiet.


8. The only roving pack of gangsta thugs around here appear to be Jason and Jerrod packing ipods.


9. 3 out of my 4 closest neighbors all ride cycles.


10. We have Neighborhood Watch without the petition and classes.

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  1. You should go to a girls softball game. The junior high skunked us 20-0! The were really good.

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