Scenes From Northlandia

Scenes From Northlandia - Part 2

More Stuff from My Trip To Northlandia.

In one of those freaky, weird things that happen once in a while, and while Mr. and Mrs. Wombie getting acquainted with their new home, this bird paid them a visit. It landed on their screen door and stayed. Mr. Wombie even went outside to pet it. It bade them welcome, and then flew away.

Now I'm not saying I'm the man behind the man, but after I arrived Seaton had a major water main leak. Is it just coincidence that within three or four days it was all fixed? I don't like tooting my own horn, but if I don't no one will.

The Wombie's home was kind of like a time capsule from when it was built in the late 60''s. Many of the appliances and fixtures were original. I was unaware that Frigidaire was a subsidiary of General Motors. It was from 1919 until 1979.

Stairs to nowhere.

Black licorice. The best kind, not that red unusual tasting stuff called Twizzlers. Found this at Huffman's in Emerald City. Took it home to let the girls taste real licorice. Norah liked her half stalk, Ayla had a couple bites and puked.

I was with the Wombie checking the water in Joy and noticed this Mer-Rock on the cannon in the park.

Endless things to see. The North. Northland. Northlandia.

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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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