Today I will be posting two Flashbacks. The first one is a final piece on my 2 years in graduate school in Denver. The second is a 2 part post I wrote in June of 2010 for the blog after a ride to Peoria and other places. I felt the Denver piece was an inappropriate farewell for the 2 weeks I'll be gone from the blog. I scoured the site and found a more upbeat entry that I hope keeps you all in good fettle till I return. God. I must be getting old, I used the word fettle. I just looked it up and I used it appropriately. Whew. Fettle is a word I may have used in Denver, but would probably not use on a day long bike ride with friends.
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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