Cub Reporter Monday

FYI - Cub Reporter Monday refers to "a young and rather inexperienced newspaper reporter." The phrase came into being around the beginning of the 20th century. Within the confines of this blog, it should in no way be construed as a term of appreciation or rooting interest for the Chicago team of the same name.

Cub Reporter Monday

The following 2 pictures were submitted by Tim.

BFE had a Christmas parade on December 15th, which, lucky for them, was a pretty decent evening for December. Mild temperatures, but maybe a threat of rain. The parade featured decorated lawn mowers, bikes (I think) and, and golf carts. Three prizes were awarded and this was Neighbor Tim's entry. I imagine tens of people lined the street and if memory serves, this won 2nd or 3rd.

Clever, creative, and electrically beautiful, this baby can deliver Santa's presents, run at Pamplona and scoop the road all at the same time. Thanks anyway, Jen. She sent a movie of the festivities through Facebook, but it was encased in some sort of combination crap where I had to reveal my my family's social security numbers, my sperm count and bank account numbers so I bagged it. (Can you tell I'm not a fan of Facebook?) Therefore, just use your imagination, and smile. Or better yet, make your reservations now for 2013 Parade. Hotel rooms will be hard to find so book early.

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Summer Swim

It's Monday and the start of another work week. Except for me. I have the week off because the parents of my daycare charges are taking the week off, too. This is one of those wordless posts I love on Mondays so I can put my laziness in full view of loyal readers. These pics need no words. Why muddy the waters? They were taken at the pool at Sinkhole Estates aka Death Valley. The nice thing about this pool is it is heated in winter. If one must find positives in one's situation, I suppose that is one. But, please, no more.

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Flashback Friday

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 facts of the murder and attempted murder are most unpleasant

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