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Saw this old postcard on Ebay.  It depicts a trolley or some kind of rail car transport from Sunbeam, Illinois to Seaton, Illinois.  Folks, I'm from Seaton and the only rail-type transport between these two villages is inside the head of whoever concocted this card.  A couple other things.  First, there is no canal, stream or crick that size near either town.  And, second, that wind vane in the distance looks to be about 2 or 3 hundred feet high.  Wind vane's weren't anywhere near that high - 30 feet is closer to it.  Whatever hopes there may have been in 1909 for the future of these two towns, the reality is Seaton is down to a population of about 150 and Sunbeam is nothing more than a church.


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OK, listen up readers.  We are going to limp into a hiatus for Existing In BFE as we travel to Northlandia.  Friday will be it for a couple of weeks as we enjoy the dark skies, Midwest cuisine, and rumble of cycle engines.  Be good and play nice until I return.  I'll try to make it back online on September 9th.  





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There are two things I have been struggling with.  Both somewhat important.  First, I heard again that one of my dearest friends has stopped reading the blog because of politics.  Their problem, of course isn't politics, its their politics.  I know there are others.  As a left-leaning Independent I have a certain feeling for our President and there are weekly reminders to the readers of this feeling.  As a vain writer wanting viewers I have to balance the importance of the future of America with the need for readers.  I have refrained from politics and, frankly, it seems like a neutered, ball-less blog.  But I don't want to be that politico people hate as intractable, radical or crazy.  

 Which brings me to struggle number two.  I have been entertaining thoughts of closing this up.  Readership is down and I am putting out less stuff.  It has been a good 10 years and I find my need to blog becoming less and less motivated.  

 This blog was started when the family was separated and I wanted to keep them informed.  It also became a place to showcase photos.  Both seem less important these days.  

 No decision has yet been made.              





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Sunday we received an email from daughter Kenze wanting to know if we wanted to have supper with them at Ford's Garage down the road.  They have the best meatloaf and baked beans and it would give me a chance to check on my former Papa's Daycare clients.  Little did I know it was a retirement party, complete with cake and presents.





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She's going to hate this picture in 10 years. 
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Shh.  Someone's outside.

 Whizzy and Augustus standing watch.
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Whizzy napping.
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 I will be running (!?) in the Rhubarb Days YMCA 5K next June.  Training starts soon. 

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