I am looking for Kelsey Killion. She was recently released from the Sangamon County Jail, and I need to reunite with her. If you have any information regarding her whereabouts, please email me at sl4sc1@gmail.com.
Thanks
BG Beary
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Thursday, June 8, 2017
A new chapter begins a mile high
After Mom went to her great reward in January,
I find myself alone and climbing the walls in Fresno. What was I to do in this horrible place, and where should I go next. Divorced and financially comfortable, the only thing keeping me in this hellhole was my bridge partner, Juli, to whom I have become very attached over the last nine months that we have been an item.
Of course, there was only one answer, Boulder Colorado where my son and two grandbabies reside and miss Big Daddy.
I had been there twice before, visits about 40 years apart. The first time I went was with John Funaro in senior year of high school to visit his sister who was a student at CU. We crashed on her dorm room floor and spent a few nights smoking really cheap, bad dope and drinking 3.2% Banquet beer legally. We were so broke, I distinctly remember standing guard outside a university ladies' room while Big Sis went in to steal a roll of toilet paper.
The second time was for Bryan & Jill's wedding, which was a totally different experience. While we never left the downtown Pearl Street mall except to climb to the mountain summit for the ceremony, I kind of got the feeling that this was a special place, at least in the summer.
Still, I was torn. Leaving Juli behind, at least for the rest of the school year was tough. I am much further along in our relationship, already dreaming that she will retire and join me here where she could easily find a job. She, however carries a lot of baggage from jumping into prior relationships too soon. We decided that after I move she will come for an extended visit to see if we truly have a fit. One visit to NCAR and she will be a goner.
The move from Fresno to Boulder was a breeze. At least for my furniture and stuff. My personal journey, i.e. a eighteen hour drive with Angelo was hell on earth.
At the time, it made sense that we should break up the drive by camping along the way. First stop was to be Moab, but the rainy forecast mad a motel a better choice. Still, Angelo had a serious case of tent lust. This dumbass insisted we camp in Rocky Mountain National Park, about four hours out of our way because the pass to Estes Park was not yet open for the season. They still had about ten foot of snow on the roadway.
Of course the real problem was that even though it was May, the park was not yet open for the season and only a few campsites by the lake marina were available. No wonder. That night the temps were in the low 20's. Even the three bundles of firewood Angelo stole from the General Store were not enough to keep us warm, and I froze even while wrapped in a blanket in my sleeping bag wearing a coat, hat and gloves. Knucklehead had to pee in the middle of the night, but not wanting to leave his shelter, just snorkeled his shrinkage out the tent flap and tinkled onto the tarpaulin ground cover. It quickly froze, so in the morning he slipped on it like a banana peel and almost fractured his empty skull. The commotion woke me, and when I emerged from the tent, I found him unfurling our last roll of paper towels in vain hopes of rekindling the embers of last night's bonfire. I said, "Angelo... I have one word: DINER." He saw the wisdom of this, and it was quite brilliant, especially in light of the fact that there were no open bathrooms or even a dead drop, and he is quite regular.
Finally, we made it to Boulder, and after I happily put him on the plane home, I began the next chapter of my life in the foothills.
Of course, there was only one answer, Boulder Colorado where my son and two grandbabies reside and miss Big Daddy.
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| Quite a looker, John's sister |
The second time was for Bryan & Jill's wedding, which was a totally different experience. While we never left the downtown Pearl Street mall except to climb to the mountain summit for the ceremony, I kind of got the feeling that this was a special place, at least in the summer.
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| Lots of people still remember this toast. I can still recite it |
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| Katie Hopkins, Kevin's perennial plus one |
Still, I was torn. Leaving Juli behind, at least for the rest of the school year was tough. I am much further along in our relationship, already dreaming that she will retire and join me here where she could easily find a job. She, however carries a lot of baggage from jumping into prior relationships too soon. We decided that after I move she will come for an extended visit to see if we truly have a fit. One visit to NCAR and she will be a goner.
The move from Fresno to Boulder was a breeze. At least for my furniture and stuff. My personal journey, i.e. a eighteen hour drive with Angelo was hell on earth.
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| Michelle's Meal Ticket |
Of course the real problem was that even though it was May, the park was not yet open for the season and only a few campsites by the lake marina were available. No wonder. That night the temps were in the low 20's. Even the three bundles of firewood Angelo stole from the General Store were not enough to keep us warm, and I froze even while wrapped in a blanket in my sleeping bag wearing a coat, hat and gloves. Knucklehead had to pee in the middle of the night, but not wanting to leave his shelter, just snorkeled his shrinkage out the tent flap and tinkled onto the tarpaulin ground cover. It quickly froze, so in the morning he slipped on it like a banana peel and almost fractured his empty skull. The commotion woke me, and when I emerged from the tent, I found him unfurling our last roll of paper towels in vain hopes of rekindling the embers of last night's bonfire. I said, "Angelo... I have one word: DINER." He saw the wisdom of this, and it was quite brilliant, especially in light of the fact that there were no open bathrooms or even a dead drop, and he is quite regular.
Finally, we made it to Boulder, and after I happily put him on the plane home, I began the next chapter of my life in the foothills.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Clothmas Yellow Barrels into Vegas
The decision to postpone Clothmas until the second weekend in October was originally met with some disapproval, but has proven to be so appropriate that consideration is now being given to making the date change permanent. A cold front blasted it's way into town on Clothmas Eve dropping temperatures by thirty degrees. "When we got up this morning, it really felt like Clothmas!", one celebrant is quoted as saying.
A second confirmation of the postponement's efficacy was the opening of the new Whole Foods at Town Square just three days before. Now, the selection of a dry aged BASS will be a welcome possibility.
Yellow, the color of gold that symbolizes a year of wealth and prosperity, virtually leaped out of the wicker laundry basket and into Josie's hand. Old bleu joined the tail as you can see, and brought with it yet a new Clothmas challenge: the tail no longer clears the bed, dragging across the bedspread with each rotation. We'll have to see if this interferes with upcoming Clothmas bedroom activities (like sleeping!) and perhaps it will have to be relocated to the living room fan.
Finally, as if there is not already enough evidence of the higher power's approbation of the postponement, which episode of Seinfeld was featured on KLVTV last night?
The Strike
Written by: Alec Burg, Jeff Schaffer, and Dan O' Keefe
Directed by: Andy Ackerman
Broadcasted: December 18, 1997 for the first time.
(George lets out a depressed sigh while reading a card)
ELAINE: What?
GEORGE: Nothing. It's a card from my dad.
ELAINE: What is it? (Grabs the card from George, he tries to stop her, but fails. She reads it out loud.) "Dear son, Happy Festivus." What is Festivus?
GEORGE: It's nothing, stop it..
JERRY: When George was growing up..
GEORGE: (Interrupting) Jerry, No!
JERRY: His father..
GEORGE: No!
JERRY: Hated all the commercial and religious aspects of Christmas, so he made up his own holiday.
ELAINE: Ohhhh.. and another piece of the puzzle falls into place.
GEORGE: (pleading) Alright..
JERRY: And instead of a tree, didn't your father put up an aluminum pole?
(Elaine starts laughing uncontrollably - and continues to do so)
GEORGE: Jerry! Stop it!
JERRY: And weren't there a feats of strength that always ended up with you crying?
(Jerry joins in with Elaine's laughter)
GEORGE: I can't take it anymore! I'm going to work! ARe you happy now?! (Gathers his things, and runs out of the coffee shop. Elaine and Jerry laugh hysterically)
(Scene ends)
Can't make this stuff up!
Friday, October 10, 2008
Finally... Clothmas Weekend
Given the financial crisis and meltdown on Wall Street, I felt it was only responsible to postpone the Clothmas celebration for one week. Things seem to be stabilizing to what can only be described as the new abnormal normal, so it's time to get back to living our lives. Check back to hear about the events of the weekend, especially what the new cloth color becomes.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
But I keep smiling!
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It always rains in New Jersey
I have been here for a full week now, and it has rained every single day. However, temperatures in the sixties and seventies sure beat one hundred six degrees in Las Vegas.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
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