A bit stormy this afternoon but periods of sunshine. This was taken at Indian Rocks Beach and we saw a lot of interesting things. Good first day -- and hey! we went to Hooters with Kenze and Drew. I liked Hooters a lot. Really really liked it. Never been there before. Our fine waitress was Bulgarian or Czech and she had a lovely accent. I admire people who can overcome obstacles and display their ass, oops, attributes to make for a better society. It was great for a boob, doh!, I mean rube like me to see things not often available for residents of BFE.
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
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