It’s Friday the 13th…
…and the first thing I saw when I woke up was a black cat! 😯
Of course…he’s just about the first thing I see when I wake up every day, so it’s all good. 😛… Read more
…and the first thing I saw when I woke up was a black cat! 😯
Of course…he’s just about the first thing I see when I wake up every day, so it’s all good. 😛… Read more
I realized today that I hadn’t really offered the “more about the trip” thing that I promised earlier, so let me get back on track there.
The funny thing about Byron, Illinois is that, in years past when driving to Green Bay and back again, I had passed the exit to go to Byron about a zillion times. It used to be about a 3-and-a-half hour drive from me – not 11-and-a-half hours. The other funny thing about Byron, Illinois that didn’t occur to me until this morning is that the first guy I even knew who had his own video production business was named Byron (may have been Bryon though – it’s been a long time ago, as in a when-my-mom-was-still-around long time ago). I could go into a “Lucky Wander Boy”-inspired rant about how the signs are coming to pass in great numbers, but I’ll spare you.
The state highway to get to Byron had some beautiful foliage. The trees are already turning there (though as I write this, it’s not even 60 degrees outside my house, so I suspect that’s something Arkansas will soon be sharing with Illinois). The highway goes west for about 10-15 miles, and as you get closer to Byron, two big steaming towers show up in the distance – a nuclear power plant that’s just a little bit south of Byron itself. You come to a stop right next to a bridge over the Rock River, and go north, and you’re in town. … Read more