Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Breakfast At Egg Platter and Firing Range

Breakfast at the Egg Platter then off to a shooting range.  But first... 



Miss Norah wanted to show off her new outfit just for football Sundays (or at least when the  B**** play the Packers.  


This mural style artwork was plastered all over the wall at Egg Platter.  Liked the food, but maybe this picture is a little in poor taste, particularly after the Sparbo Egg factory scandal revealed in late November.


Seeing the factory worker swinging a chicken by a rope as he is walking down the hallway makes this poster less fantasy/fun and more reality/disgusting.  


Brendan, Drew and I went to a firing range in St. Pete and had a good time except for the sanctimonious, big-toenail-nibbling retired Officer Dumbshit who checked us in.  I haven't spent a lot of time around guns.  Never went hunting growing up in Seaton, and, frankly didn't know any hunters. Went pheasant hunting back in college with a friend but shot at the wrong type of pheasant, but bagged a frog.  Shot a gun with Stewart at the Lake Littlejohn range, but that's about it.  So, holding a pistol and having a go at the target was a lot of fun, and I must do it again.    


Drew wearing an Urlacher jersey might be dangerous in this Bucs city.  Someone might cap his ass.


By the looks of it I'm a damn good shot.  I was using a Smith & Wesson 9 mm Tactical.  Nice gun.  Even better shootin', Pilgrim.  Hell, yes, that was my target and it was further than 20 feet away, too, so there.








All in all a fun day, and even started me thinking about acquiring a hand gun perhaps in the future.  That Tactical was a nice gun.  Was that sharpshooting by this writer beginner's luck, or should I sign up with the Army or Marines as a sniper intern?

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

The Wedding

The big night arrives and I head down to Peoria to join in the reception festivities. Yup, got lost somehow but eventual found the place. Tim and Carrie are my old neighbors from my exile to North Henderson. They and the McCutcheons and the McVeys were folks I rode with and, with some luck, will again.
Great people and very pleased I made the effort to travel back for this one. Time is short (and getting shorter) and one should not miss the special occasions that bring friends together.


Walk in the door and these two delinquents were the first to spot me.  Lord.  Richard (Getdrunk) and Logan (Hippie) neither one could find their way out of a paper sack, but apparently were assisted to look almost kind of nice for this shindig.  


The reception was nice with lots of old friends.  Apparently everyone had had enough of me as they seem to have left me in the corner.


Rod and Diane McVey.  Rod is too nice for his own good, and Diane usually walks around with assorted critters in her pockets and God knows where else.  Sugar Gliders, deranged chihuahuas and Boner the Wonder Pup are part of her menagerie. 



That's Ciji, about to make another beer run.


Rod is one of the most knowledgeable people about all kinds of things.  He is a treasure hunter as well, and rides a new Harley.


There's Ciji again with beer firmly clutched in her hand.  


The bride singing and pretty well, too.


Here's Getdrunk again, masquerading as someone "cool".  Doesn't work with you, kid.


Ah, Tim and his mother singing a duet.  I like her. 


Hmmm, there's Ciji spotting an opening at the free beer line, and Rick's either dozing or zipping his pants??


After pleading and several beers, Rick finally danced with his lovely and charming wife, Jen.  Jen was a special friend during my days at Blick.  Always cheerful, and always fun.


Rod, Diane, Ciji (with beer close by) Meghan and Jen.


Did I mention how lovely the bride was.  I'm not exactly sure what I said, but perhaps it may have been the camera that caused this regal and charming pose.




The gentleman in the center is Dewitt, Tim's Uncle from California who is interesting in his own right.  Career Navy man with many good stories. Ah, and there's Ciji looking like the beer is catching up to her.   


Ciji and Jen.


Meghan is Rick and Jen's daughter.  A real cutie, hope I'm spelling her name correctly.  


The groom mingling with the crowd.


Rick, who is another special friend, can't stand his picture being taken.  I have tried to teach him to just suck it up and take it so folks can have remembrances, but he spurns that notion, so most of the pictures I have of him he is displaying a two finger salute.  Alas, I can't do a  thing with him.

The following day I headed back to Florida and missing everyone once again.  It is no secret that I have 5 toes back in Illinois and 5 in Florida.  I don't know what the future will bring, but perhaps the "circle of life" will bring me back to these friends again someday.

Monday, November 28, 2011

Mugshot Monday



These two ladies are listed at 52 years old.  They look years older.  Tip to those who may be thinking of a career in crime, you may age quick.  Better to become a hedge fund manager.

Christi was arrested for:
Possession Of Cocaine, Trafficking In Illegal Drugs (oxycodone), Possession Of Cocaine, Possession Of Paraphernalia-inhale,etc., Withholding Information From A Practitioner


It is my opinion that drugs are killing Christi.


Things can only get better.


Living the dream in Florida.


The last guys bitch. 



Wakee wakee!


Face tats are forever.


Arrested development.


Nobodys bitch.


Pretty in pink.
Ferdinand Weldon Lupperger

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Surprise Trip Home

Tim and Carrie married on 9-10-11 (clever) and I made plans for a surprise trip back home in order to attend the festivities in Peoria. I got a pretty good rate on a rental car for the three days and Allegiant was pretty reasonable that week also.

Last Thursday I posted some foods that I had to have when back, and you'll unfortunately have to put up with it again today.

On Friday I went to Mt. Pleasant Iowa, home of the Tigers and West Side Tap, but, sadly, no longer a Phi Delta Theta chapter. Had to have a Jerry's pizza and amazingly that place never changes. Jerry still lives and hopefully has given the recipe to his pizza to a young person who will continue with this must-have treasure. I have never had another like it, and while Davis Bros in Peoria comes close, it can't really compare.

I then returned via Keithsburg and Joy road and remembered a cemetery Mark showed me once. I had time so I thought I'd check it out again. Sadly, I couldn't, but I did spot these turkeys ambling out in a roadside field.






As I inched ever slowly in the car, they slowly walked into the underbrush.  By this picture-time they were tough to spot.



Now look in the center of the picture, the four white marks are their heads.



                                   About as close as I can get with my zoom.


I love the river.  This old bridge has quite a history.  We walked on its track a ways from shore more than once back in high school.




OK once more the best pizza in the whole freaking world.



Miss Maddie looking at her world from the nice of porch Mark & Holly.




A quick trip to Candor Cemetery to visit the folks and pick up another small original foundation stone to the church that is undergoing renovations.   I had permission.






Pictures from the plane on the way home.

Overall it was a great trip back.  I accomplished what I needed to do but still ran out of time to see many old friends that I miss every day.   You know who you are.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

A Last Tribute To Ernie, A BFE Character

Back on February 2nd I posted that a BFE character had passed away the previous November.  His name was Ernie, and I was a perturbed that I couldn't find a picture of him on his bike and I had misplaced a movie I made of him.  Well, I found the movie, and as we approach the 1st anniversary (December 4) of his death it seems fitting that this final tribute video be posted. 

I was only around Ernie 5 times, maybe 6. He'd be riding his bike and need a beer so he'd go over to the NHCC. I was told he was in an auto accident and his cognitive powers had been compromised. I don't know how compromised, I never knew him before. But he was riding bikes now. The bike he rode, and took great pride in, was a kind of home-made contraption which consisted of some actual Hoover vacuum parts. At one time he had duct-taped and plastic-tied his tire to the rim to keep it on.


When he stopped by I did what I normally did at the NHCC and that was to sit back, keep quiet and get educated. I took pictures of Ernie and one time even made a movie of him talking about something. I couldn't find the video but did find this picture of him and his bike. A piece of art. A man proud of his creation.

I heard Ernie died this past winter and so the community has one less character. He would stop by and in a loud unmodulated voice start talking about all kinds of things, but he would always get a cold beer and put on a show. He might wangle a second beer, too, and we'd sit there and laugh, converse and keep things going. We were polite, chat back, maybe glance at each other and be exasperated but amused at the same time.


And now he is gone and except for his family and a few close friends, likely forgotten before too long. Like the lady said in the movie, "Our footsteps are soon washed away." Ernie will be soon be washed away. And I think, that we are all Ernies. The world's business will keep going. It did after Ernie and will after me. The world needs characters. I'm way too cautious, too quiet, too insecure, with too much introspection. I'll never be a character, but Ernie was and damn, I miss him already.


Ernie was a BFE character who rode around on a bike half manufactured from spare parts he would find.  There was a part from a Hoover vacuum ads well as duct tape and cable ties to keep the tires on the rim.  You see, Ernie was in a car accident a few years ago and he never was the same.  I didn't know that Ernie, just the one that would ride by the Community Center and ask for a beer and then stay for two.  He'd talk about all kinds of things, then get on his bike and ride off.


This was filmed nefariously and I apologize for that.  Pay no attention to that man who walks by every so often.  I just thought that Ernie needed remembered, don't we all, and this is he, alive and healthy and living his dream in BFE.  We should all be as happy.  So long, again, Ernie.

Monday, November 21, 2011

Mugshot Monday


Body language says it all.


OMG.



When you can't do anything with your hair.


Make up or sleepless night?


This used to be called a "mousy" when we were kids.


Rough night.  Notice the support from an officer on her left hand. 


"25" corn rowed on her head. 


Nice mustache.


Lindsay Lohan's father, arrested on October 25th for domestic disturbance.


I kid you not, this kid's name is Richard Tracy.