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Flashback Friday



I think this is about the last negative I had developed in that batch I found in a box.  From left is your blogger,  Phil, the Wombie and the folks. As in previous pictures I have no idea what the occasion was.  For Christmas card pictures it was always the boys and the dog.  But this is a rather rare full Blythe picture-taking night with the whole crew.  And looks like everyone had orders to dress to the "nines".  

Looks like Marj and I are looking at something to our right, but the rest of the family is focused on a good pose.  And those white socks!  I'll check around with the boys and see if I can squeeze any further info on this event,  but odds are, it was a one-time photo event for something long lost.  

This is as good a time as any to tell you that posts are going to be real spotty this next week.  Neighbor Tim and I are going on a little bike ride north and I will be in and out of wi-fi, mostly out.  

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Class, Or Lack Thereof The Dwight Vice gravestone in Oquawka, Illinois. I bring this old chestnut out every so often just to remind me that class is classless.  Dwight Vice was killed in his home near Oquawka in 2001.  It was one of those things that can generate crime:  two guys thought Dwight had a lot of money stashed at home because of his pot-selling sideline to supplement his fishing job.   Not really one of those big drug deals gone-bad things.  Marijuana was, according to the trial, about the only stuff Dwight sold.   But these two guys barge into the house and killed Dwight and attempted to kill his 11 year old kid, Darryl, before they took off with what money they could find.   His son, now 23, was stabbed in the back and left for dead.  He survived and is wheelchair bound and has undergone several surgeries to repair his wounds.  He will be paralyzed for life.   None of this is pleasant.  Reading the facts of the murder and attempted murder are most unpleasant