

After I arrived last Tuesday I had some time to kill before I met the gang at
BFE. I tried finding my aunt, who had broken her leg, at both
Galesburg hospitals but she had been released. Thinking, erroneously, that I had all week to find her, I went over to
Crappy's North to have a beer or two. It was terribly ironic that I found Amber, former bar wench, wearing a
BFE Farewell Ride T-shirt that I had made up before I left for Florida. I also had to take a picture of open space, empty roads and tall corn.
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