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Nice Sunday Ride

Tim in front of Tweety's Hi-Way Tap.

The first hole at the Club. I hit many bad shots from here, but at least its a downhill shot so I always got a good roll.



Neighbor Tim and I took off Sunday for a trip to Seaton, Keithsburg, Aledo and Burgess. The old homestead looked a bit rundown in Seaton, and old Blackies is nothing like old Blackies anymore in Keithsburg. Apparently the floods have caused entire renovations to the place. As Lee Frick told us, the basement has been filled with cement and the bar is now on the other side of the room. They have $1.00 Bloody Mary's on Sundays so had a couple, and off to Aledo and the Club. Looks like they were setting up for a band with ancient people with cowboy hats and bad hairpieces getting prime spots in the beer garden out back.




Ran into bro Mark at the Club, had a couple of free beers and then off to Burgess. Ran into everyone and heard a hair-raising tale from Andrea. There's luck and then there is really good luck, and I'm glad she found Richard. Anyway, I 'spect we'll see them again before I leave.




Thanks to Tim for joining me on the spur of the moment: it was a nice day, great ride with lots to see and great people along the way.

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