In a previous post I talked about a homeowner East of BFE who recently erected a sign explaining to travelers on Route 150 that his property rights supersede their quest for scenic Illinois. Drove by last evening and took these pics, and then got the Hell out of there. And I was wrong that it was painted on plywood. Actually, to add to the "class" quotient this almost looks like it was beautifully executed on the back of a bench seat out of a car.
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
I think I remember this house. Its on the way to the cities right?
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