THERSITES: I will see you hanged, like clotpoles, ere I come any more to your tents: I will keep where there is wit stirring and leave the faction of fools.
PATROCLUS: A good riddance.
Gotta admit: That blue walker is pretty snazzy though.
Sorry, Paris, Illinois....
Had to go down to Paris, sans Freddy, for a sad occasion, the funeral of my delightful and beloved Uncle Deane.
In spite of the sad circumstances,
I LOVE LOVE LOVE central Illinois, more than words can say.