Existing In BFE

Another ancient behemoth awaiting the wrecking ball. This is the entrance where the students would gather for another day of learning. This building as you can see, was a Bible college, and KCA on the upper floor. Worked a while at the Knox County Academy assisting the teachers and doing some goal-setting discussions with the students. It was a different environment from the Mary Davis Detention Home and I saw the staff do remarkable things with almost no support either monetarily or from outside resources. Gay Johnson our leader and compass brought enthusiasm and a core caring for the kids. Matt Warnsing walked a perfect line between stern discipline and a casual relaxed classroom conducive to learning. Mayor Bob Sheehan was our never-say-die cheerleader who always keep a stiff upper lip in the face of poor behavior and anti-authority acting-out. It was an interesting experience and had we the time to further our objectives, we could have made KCA a top-notch model for alternati

OK, I get it. Most of us don't like cameras. We don't like the invasion or we don't like how we look. Include me in that group. I don't think I've ever taken a good picture. The disconnect with what I think I look like as opposed to how the camera catches it is a mighty wide gulf. I have a mirror that tolerates my visage long enough for me to shave but any longer and I begin to look like my grandfathers did when I was a kid. Somehow Canon, Sony or Nikon just can't get me right. I get it. From a camera guy: get over it. As a shutterbug I can tell you its not just about you . Get over yourself. Its about me , or whoever is taking the picture. I am recording my life, my joys, my sorrows, my family, and my friends. You are all a part of my world and I treasure each of you. I want to look at these pics at the nursing home and revel in the majesty of a life lived. I'm not interested in your loathing of pictures of yourself, I'm recording you as you are and a p

The devastation of the Toronto earthquake last week. My lilies are beautiful this year. So is my grass. So is my creeping charlie. Winner of Ugliest Dog Contest has died. Is it my imagination that the winner of this contest tends to die soon after? I love a color- coordinated bike. And they say guys can't accessorize . In times of stress it seems we guys either grab our mothers or our winkies. This little feller is Cole visiting Mr. Vader in Galesburg this Spring. Worked at KCA with his Dad. A good Bloody Mary is a thing of beauty. Farm in Wisconsin during a bike ride up there a few years ago. Hachi , a loyal dog. Its a movie out on DVD now that no one seems to know about. I don't know much about Sonny Liston other than he was the champ before Cassius Clay aka Muhammad Ali brought him down. Nice epitaph. Simple but says everything. Yee haw!

WARNING! THE FOLLOWING SHOULD NOT BE SEEN BY CHILDREN, AGING ADULTS, YOUNG PEOPLE OR THOSE IN THEIR MIDDLE YEARS. TO PATTI AND GARY, MY NEW FRIENDS FROM CREVE COUER: IF YOU FALL IN ONE OF THE ABOVE CATAGORIES PLEASE BE WARNED THAT YOUR SON CROONS IN A COUPLE OF THE FOLLOWING VIDS. YOU WATCH AT YOUR OWN PERIL/LAUGHTER/ENJOYMENT. (Unless you have a really fast machine it is best to let these vids "buffer" before playing. I don't know what all that means but I usually get the video to start playing, then I put it on "pause". After a few minutes it should be good to go.) Nice to see Tim come out of his shell. He and Carrie actually did a good job and always admire those who don't worry about people and just have fun. Like me.

From left: Ciji's arm, Jen, Carrie, Sterling and Tim. Dave, Sandy, DIane and Ina. Dave. Sterlings new game called "3's". It is much like Ship Captain and Crew but operates on a low score. Saturday marked the end of a chapter of the North Henderson Mild Ones. Dave Olson found a better job and moved to Litchfield . Dave, or Ole, was always the first to get his bike out and most saddened when the ride was over. While we all enjoy riding our bikes, Dave was a true "biker". Leather vest, dew rag, biker boots and always wanting to ride with no breaks, he was the true biker and the rest of us were just weekend wannabes. He went to rallies, poker runs, met and bonded with other like-minded folks all across this state and Iowa, too. Sometimes I think we slowed him down. Anyway, his going away party was Saturday, June 12 at the NHCC and hosted by Tim and Carrie. His GF , Sandy, joined him and most of his family including Justin, Kevin, Ina and I'll be damned if

Last week was the Rhubarb Festival in Aledo . I have a couple well-placed sources over there and made a call desperately seeking a pie. Usually, in the past, when I have gone over there everything was pretty well sold out. This year, since I am in temporary residence in BFE and may not ever attend another one, I really needed it. Well, my sources came through and I came home with this wonderful pie. Thanks, sources: Mark & Holly. PS I understand my new friends from Creve Coeur , Patti and Gary, have a rhubarb patch in their back yard, near where the forest snakes gather, and lots of extra s pare time on their hands. Hmmm , shameless hint, but I feel no guilt.

Answer to yesterday's quiz. We had 2 Bloody Marys at $1.00 each. How many more BM's would we have to order apiece to equal the price of the Macanudos? A. 4 B. 6 C. 10 D. 14 The answer is C. The Macanudos cost $11.50 each not including tax.

Carrie went to South Carolina and visited a nice cigar shop. She wanted similar cigars to a Cuban and they recommended a Dominican Republic cigar called a Macanudo . On a recent trip to Keithsburg to take advantage of $1.00 bloody marys at Tweety's we enjoyed a very mild and very expensive cigar. Glass encased cigars about a half mile long and as thick as a tree stump and brought from the Dominican are expensive and tasty. Thanks Carrie. Quiz: We had 2 Bloody Marys at $1.00 each. How many more BM's would we have to order apiece to equal the price of the Macanudos? A. 4 B. 6 C. 10 D. 14 Answer at bottom of tomorrow's blog.

Cat Stevens was one of just a few artists back in the day who helped me navigate while cruising roads and cruising feelings and thoughts as a 16-17-18 year old. Those rides in my car helped or confused me more about life and how I fit into it. As a son who harried his father and now a father harrying his son, this song has always resonated with me. With Father's Day on Sunday, call your Dad if you still have one. If you don't have one anymore think good thoughts. Age has given me the wisdom to know we were all simply trying to do the best we could. There is no manual for parenting.

Another view of the chapel at the Iron Horse Social Club in Savanna. One of the bikes on display. The apt-named Poopy's in Savanna. The entrance and exit is around that car on the left side of the picture. I am surprised people don't get run over since it is coming down from a curving knoll. You can't be shy coming or going. I found myself quite quick in leaving. Fellow patrons of Poopy's . Don't know if they were able to chat or if it isn't important. The band cranked up the music and demanded you listen. I escape it momentarily in the restroom. Oh well, when in Savanna... Ole after a long ride. Poopy's is a name I have heard often in the past few years. It is a place bikers go to in Savanna although why I don't know. All I can tell is that they can get good food and hearing loss. It's just a building with tables inside and out and they sell overpriced chrome stuff and panties with Poopy's on them. If you have a sudden inspiration

Hundreds, OK maybe scores of bikes lining the street. OK, scores of bikes but I was told it would be hundreds later in the day. Upstairs in the chapel. Tim and Carrie who are planning on getting married on 9-10-11 practise their nuptials. Gorgeous wooden bar on third floor next to the chapel. There is an actual chapel upstairs where services are held on the 1st Sunday of each month. There is a pulpit, pews and old motorcycles as a backdrop, along with the stained glass windows. Our route took us up to Milan and to Davenport via the interstate. We stopped at Honda at the Flying J exit and from there through Clinton across the river up to Savanna. In our group we have a Harley, two Kawasakis and a Suzuki.

If this doesn't make you tear up check your pulse.

One of the really neat things about living out here in the sticks is the sky. It is always chock full of stars and you can hear and feel summer. I have always said that if I was staying here permanently I'd have a nice expensive telescope out on the back deck. Carl Sagan minus the genius is inside me wanting out. Just look up and you can see "billllllllions " of stars.

Just a couple of videos to whet your appetite: heading up to Savanna to visit the Iron Horse and Poopy's . I'll review these joints and provide more pictures of these places next week. I scraped the lens and now I have a blurred spot. Drat!

Nothing earth shattering in this short video. Just a pleasant and hot (record-setting 95 degrees) summer evening in BFE . It was a nice porch sitting night and I liked the sky which was moonlit and at the same time some cool heat lightening over to the south west. (May 24)

"THIS BOY COMES WITH QUITE THE STORY, HE AND HIS PAL CHEECH ARE AMAZING DOGS. SAMMIE ENDED UP IN A HOME WHERE HE WAS NOT ALLOWED TO SEE THE OUTSIDE WORLD, HE IS AROUND 1 YEAR OLD AND LITERALLY WATCHED THE WORLD THROUGH ONE WINDOW THAT PEERED INTO THE NEIGHBORS DRIVE AND HOUSE. LUCKILY SOMEONE SAW THIS POOR DOG AND CONTACTED US TO CHECK ON HIM. POOR CHEECH WASNT SO LUCKY HE DID NOT HAVE A WINDOW. SAMMIE WAS RESCUED ALONG WITH CHEECH AND THEY ARE AMAZING DOGS. VERY FRIENDLY AND HAVE ADJUSTED SO WELL IT IS AMAZING. HIS KENNEL IS CLEAN IN THE MORNING AND HE IS SO SOCIAL AND LOVING, HE IS LOVING THE OUTDOORS BUT STILL LOVES TO COME IN FOR ALL THE LOVE YOU CAN GIVE HIM. HE KNOWS NO STRANGER AND IS A QUICK LEARNER. HE IS THE YOUNGER AND HAS SHOWED HOW WONDERFULLY RESILIANT THAT DOGS ARE. PLEASE COME AND MEET THIS BOY IF YOU CAN ADD HIM TO YOUR FAMILY HE NEEDS ANOTHER CHANCE HE IS CURRENTLY IN A KILL SHELTER AND WANTS A HOME." It's been 15 months since I lost Missy and I have beg

Storm clouds over Peoria. Last Saturday was pretty stormy all over the area. We hear there were organized groups of storm chasers gathering at Lowes to embark around the area. The main cells passed below BFE and the Peoria area got the brunt of it. This is a video of the Elmwood tornado that wrecked a portion of the downtown area. Brimfield, Yates City and an area by the Peoria Regional airport all reported tornadic activity. We're only talking 40 miles away so we were fortunate to not only miss the stormy activity we also didn't even get any rain. PS I was worried about Patti and Gary, my new friends from Creve Coeur, but Tim said they lived in some kind of super reinforced cement survival bunker. I was not worried at all about the snakes. PSS We needed a few beers to calm our nerves.

Decaying dolphins BP has cut corners, lied to the public and has been sometimes disingenuous in its statements regarding the Gulf oil spill. Mass boycotts against big companies ( BP made 16 billion last year) seldom work, but if you have a chance to get to another gas station even if it is a few cents higher you can send a message. This mornings reports say the combination of hurricane season and the possibility they can't shut the flow till August or even December will cause untold decades-long devastation. Might as well rename the Gulf the Dead or Dying Sea. Oh and many people are saying that gas stations are just local people who franchise out to BP . Tough luck, they made a pact with the devil and need to pay. Aledo Illinois, for instance has a tough choice with their 3 major gas stations. They have a BP , a Mobil and Casey's . Well, Casey's jacked their prices and gouged the public right after 9/11. And their Mobil is run by Arabs who canned local employees after

Tim and Carrie working on a Davis Pizza. Rick and Jen chowing down on a great pizza. Here are Tim's folks. She accused me of lacing mints I offered her. Must be my gentle honest face. Dad is a snake wrangler in retirement, and former Keystone worker. Funny nice people. Glad they joined us for lunch and told us many tales of Tim's childhood. May come in handy at some point. I told them not to judge their parenting skills by Tim, he can be blamed on free will. One of the highlights of our weekend ride to Peoria was lunch at the Driftwood which offers Davis Pizza. Tim had mentioned this before and wanted to see how it compared to the World's Best pizza: Jerry's in Mt. Pleasant. Review: I ordered a sausage deluxe which had a bit of green pepper, cheese and onion along with a generous layer of sausage sprinkles. The cheese are slices placed randomly on top. A very small crust compared favorably to Jerry's and the taste was unmistakeably sausage instead of an overp