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Day Six

We had the pleasure of meeting Nancy's brother, Daryl, and his wife, Linda, at Chili's in Bettendorf. Linda is recovering from health problems and looks great and Daryl has retired from GPC in Muscatine and is heavily into metal detection and both travel. They are interesting people and I was happy to have lunch with them. They are also travelling to Puerto Rico soon for a wedding.

It seems we spent a great deal of time eating our favorite regional foods. Making its second appearance on this website is Whitey's famous shakes. Used to be right next to the Made-Rite in the food court at South Park, but, sadly, the Made-Rite has moved out.

A very depressing sight: an empty Whitey's container.

Nancy enjoyed Taco Johns which she says is better than Taco Bell.

Seems I always find a cemetery to peruse. This is the Fuller Cemetery very close to a house we went to see. On this stone is written (but will soon fade away) "We Part To Meet Again". It is a wonderful stone that uses a visual to punctuate those words. Two separate columns meeting at the top. Pretty gosh darn neat.







One wonders if the stone engravers ran out of room thus eliminating Fredy's second "d" or whether the parents simply preferred this spelling. Regardless, Fredy didn't last long.


And, yes, I looked at a house this trip. I know, I know, it's complicated. Tried to get this nice house in a pretty Illinois valley, but it didn't happen. News on this later.



Made it to the Mall in Galesburg. I'm not sure how they stay open.

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