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While back in Northlandia we received news of the passing of Wendell Dillavou.  Wendell was 94 years old and a resident of Aledo.  So why is old Wendell being featured on EIB today?  I have talked before about Uncle Ed, my time on his farm and his side jobs of baling hay and shelling corn for a few area farmers.  

Wendell was one of the farmers we worked with, along with Bub Greer and his sons Tobe, Jim and Butch, Jim Orth, and Howard Shike.  Wendell is the last of old guard.  Only ones left besides me are Bub's kids Tobe and Butch. Nice guy, I saw Wendell at Antique Days car show last year and again when I attended church with Mark and Holly this past year.   

Outside the funeral home for visitation and funeral was one of his antique John Deere tractors with an American flag flying proudly.   





This is a picture of the breakfast hour at Doug's Town & Country restaurant.  I suspect it is like many all across the country where farmers, businessmen and friends gather to discuss everything.  While in Northlandia I used to go over to McDonald's to scab their Wi-Fi to get the morning news and work on my fantasy teams and people gather over there, too.  It is a time-honored ritual of small town.  They may do it in big cities, too, but the small town version is quainter.  

Doug's is also home to the best Biscuits and Gravy anywhere.  I don't know what he does, but the gravy I'm sure is the usual packaged or canned variety and the biscuits are frozen, not homemade, but together that are the best. 



Watching the pre-game NFL shows reminded me of the trend DOA which seems prevalent today.  DOA? Dumbing of America.  These adult men, some past Social Security age, sit around and giggle and grab-ass like 14 year olds junior high boys ogling breast bumps.   I have nothing against fun or breast bumps - it is their inanity I have a problem with.  At one point they even mentioned, amid great hilarity, some kind of support group for Michael Strahan's haircut.  Their blather is embarrassing; once you get to the games you get decent analysis, but its a long slog getting there if you are glued to the tube.

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