The Last Sarcoxie Day

Back in Sarcoxie I stop to visit Maxine once more.  I won’t see her again before I leave.  I wish I had the energy to go down to the square again.  I want more pictures.  I want to people watch and absorb the atmosphere.  I have ideas for blogs but…

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Sarcoxie Days

9/7/14  I’m on my way home!  Yay!  Yesterday we went to breakfast at The Hungry House with Maxine.  It was raining and cold after the 90 degree heat of the day before – a shock to find it in the 60’s.  The Hungry House is the only restaurant anywhere near…

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(Chief?) Sarcoxie Days

I’m back in Sarcoxie.  Again.  Ugh.  Chief Sarcoxie Days is a celebration, but of what?  Obesity?  Poverty?  Hopelessness?  Am I just used to everything new and bright and shiny so that here all I see is faded paint, burnt out lights and desperation?  Maybe the worn out carnival is a…

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The Guilt Trip 2013 (Part 4)

Thursday is our last full day here.  We’re going to lunch with the aunts on my mother’s side.  Well, two of them.  Martha is sick with a cold and can’t make it.   First we drop off another load of donations at a crisis center in Carthage that Stacy told me about…

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The Guilt Trip 2013 (Part 3)

I lose track of time while I’m cleaning and sorting and before I know it it’s ten o’clock.  I’m afraid I’ve missed the window of opportunity where Mom will know who we are if I’m not there by ten.  We arrive at the home around ten-thirty a.m. which turns out…

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The Guilt Trip 2013 (Part 2)

Tuesday evening we were invited to my Aunt Rosemary’s for dinner by her daughter my cousin Janet, who is the only one of my cousins I sort of stay in touch with.  Every year Janet sends me a Christmas letter which I receive sometime in mid- to late January.  It…

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The Guilt Trip 2013 (Part 1)

It’s Wednesday.  I’ve been here since Monday.  I’m surrounded by things I don’t want to do.  I have a headache.  For the second day in a row the coffee I’ve made is horrible (even though it’s Starbucks coffee).  It’s pouring down rain, lightning and thundering.  Yesterday we went to see…

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Family Therapy in The House of Dust, Part Ten, The End

That evening Sue allows me to take her out to dinner for her upcoming birthday.  We go to a Mexican restaurant.  It’s practically deserted, due in part to the weather, I’m sure. Friday she and I meander around town together.  She needs a few things for her house.  The rain…

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Family Therapy in The House of Dust, Part Nine, The Rest of the Trip

On Tuesday Sue and I head to Utica because there is a place there that does wine tasting and features wine from a local winery.  The entire time I lived in IllinoisI don’t think I was ever in the town of Utica unless it was to pass through to get…

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Family Therapy in The House of Dust, Part Eight, The Rest of the Trip

The drive is uneventful otherwise.  We talk some but mostly we listen to Steve’s CD’s.  He has them in a metal case and he’s very good about changing them.  He has a variety of music and I don’t get bored.  We stop for gas, a Coke for me.  We polish…

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