It took elements of the 101st Airborne to get it accomplished, and a few encouraging words here and there, but it looks like we may have it worked out. On December 18th (Thursday) Brendan and I will travel to Buffalo to pick up his kids from Canada, and we will then all fly South to Florida for a couple of days. I have to be back at Blick on Monday morning so I will fly back to Peoria via O'Hare on Sunday. In the words of Holly, Yikes! I'm nervous as a whore in church about traveling alone to Chicago (I can't even make bus connections!) but the prospect of the whole family TOGETHER in one place has me quite excited. It has been a year and a half since we were all together. My what an adventure. Mother Nature, please don't fuss.
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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