Thursday I fly to St. Petersburg Florida to visit Nancy, Kenzie and Drew. I have not flown for 20 years so it will be fun to do that nerve-wrenching thing again. Rick and Jen from BFE will be taking care of Missy and Psycho. I leave Thursday at 10:30 am and come back Sunday at 10:00 am. Looking forward to "see'in ma biches" and an unusually obnoxious Cubs fan, which is saying something.
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 f...
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