For a month prior to heading North the monsoon season down here was as intense as I've ever seen. It was a daily event and not one of those weak-willed 10 minute rains we get so often. No, these were full-throated blasts of driving rain that lasted all day. Actually since I'm one of those that enjoys storms, I was loving it. But not when stuck on the road like I was in the last videos. I was at the Causeway taking pics. That storm came up slowly but when it did hit was awesome.
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 f...
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