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Saturday Night


This is where I camped out for my 3 nights. Pat Johnson, who I have discussed here many times before just can't get enough of me. Great friend and I'm lucky enough that she doesn't bitch to me when I ask her to do stuff for me. She has a wonderfully warm house full of family pictures and memories and she put me up for my stay down here in the basement. usually I stay at Mark and Holly's but most of my business was centered around G-Burg so she was the lucky winner of ...me!


I had some time to spend before the block Christmas Party so I went to Chambers Street and visited with my buddies from the old neighborhood. This is a view from Marty's house looking up the the Makeever's on the left and our old place on the right.


On my way to the Knox College Field house for the Blick party, I stopped to get a picture of the old locomotive lit up for the holidays which is a traditional sight at the depot area.


Michael and I spent an inordinate amount of time up here with his battery operated 4-wheeler. Good days. And, of course, as luck would have it, good or bad depending on how you view these things, a train passed at this moment. Michael and I loved trains passing by when we'd go up to the depot area. But as a driver in G-Burg, I detest the loud and slow sons-of-bitches. Of course, they mean commerce which is good.


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Saturday night I went to the Blick Christmas party and saw lots of old friends. My biking buds and fellow NHCC party-goers the McCutcheons were there and others from Blick such as Troy Strode, Jim and Carole Boyer, Tech Huls, Dolly and Sherry Godsil. Also Keith Nyman whose wife Emily works at Blick, found me and we chatted a while. Keith was president of the Western Illinois Antique Auto Club which I am still a member, although have no cars at this time (but I will someday). He told me to swing by his house and look at his Christmas lights. (Thanks again to Judy Clayton who invited me to the shindig as her guest.)


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