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The "Goose" getting ready for halloween.


Sins of the Fathers


More sins.



A great meal from Jalisco's in Galesburg.  My favorite is Quesadilla Jalisco, which is full of fat juicy shrimp.  You can have all that other crap like guacamole, refried beans and all that, but that Quesadilla is great. 


I cut my rooming bill by $4.00 and took a smoking room.  Advise:  pay the $4.00 and get non-smoking.  The built-in stench and the burning eyes just wasn't worth it.  It was a Motel 6 and hated it.  Yeah, the walls are yellow.  SO is everything else in the room.


This is Blackie, our neighborhood snake.  Supposedly these guys eat bad snakes so we are to prize this guy like Indians prize cows.  I was also informed that there is a $5000 fine and/or jail time if you harm them.  This also from the guy who said they spotted an 18 foot gator door in the bayou.  


Proximity of Blackie to my front door.  Too close.


Much bigger than a garter snake back home. 


A gift from Becky, she knows I like Kit-Kats and her nephew brought these back from Japan.  They are more in tune with their culture so these guys are flavored like green tea and wasabi.  I tried one: I'll stick to chocolate.  They have been tucked away in the freezer.  And I'm still mourning the loss of Payday Avalanches.  They don't make them anymore and Gay Johnson, my boss at KCA gave them out on pay days.  Clever lady.



These dueling Vanagen's or Volkswagen Mini-buses were cruising Pasadena Boulevard early Sunday morning.  Car show?  If so, I hope they had a "project" class, as these relics looked rusty and in need of restoration.  They zipped right along, though, so at least that's something.  


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