Tuesday I stopped and got some beer for the weekend. The cashier, Sandy, said my purchases qualified for a rebate. But she had to do both purchases separately in order for the rebate to qualify. Well, the first one went through great with my bank card, but the second one didn't. It wasn't declined but kept coming up "duplicate". She couldn't get it to bypass that so she called in the manager. The manager had the same problem, so, get this, he used his own card to buy my stuff and said, "Next time you're in just pay me back." A remarkable gesture for a guy who didn't know me from Adam. I'm going in to work a little early today to pay him back. By the way, if you are in Hy-Vee and run into Bryan Franzoni, Manager, tell him he's a nice guy.
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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