There is a neighborhood Publix (like Hy-Vee) which has parking underneath the store itself. You go up and down by elevators. There are big support beams in the parking area, and well, yeah. I sure did. I had a spell and forgot I parked next to one and as I was backing out...well. My poor truck. Besides the usual wear and tear in the bed area and general old age my old 96 still looks good. I've had the back shackles and shocks re-done as well as new in front. She only has 85,000 miles and should be good for a long time yet. But, jeeez, this looks awful.
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...
AT LEAST IT WASN'T YOUR MOTO!
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