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Getting there
Nov. 26th, 2011 10:15 pmThe false Hiller shows up on the train, but Roth has time to get a message telegraphed ahead to Dermouth. The skunk is arrested as he gets off the train, but not on the charges that Roth expected.
New installment here.
Cumulative word count: 45464 (On pace to finish a couple of days early)
Things are starting to fall into place now, though I hope the places aren't quite what the reader may be expecting. ;D
We decided to join the "support small businesses" movement by ignoring the chain stores and their black Friday nonsense to visit some local retailers of interest. Went to a hobby shop in Woodstock to check on some model train materials, but didn't buy yet. Then the local feed store to get dog food for Red, and onward to a one of a kind local restaurant in Crystal Lake called "Around the Clock" for lunch. After that, Joseph's Market (a really great local grocer with excellent produce, just coming back from an 8 month closure due to a roof collapse) where we bought apples and cheese. Stopped at two other hobby shops, or maybe one and an empty storefront. Name still on the door, but completely empty. Checked the web when we got home and found they have moved one town over but are still open.
On the way to Crystal Lake, at something like 12:30, we passed an odd scene in a cornfield along US14. There were photographers and a film or video cameraman standing on the other side of the road snapping away. Police cars, and people walking back and forth across the field. Some small debris and what looked like the remains of a hot air balloon or a big parachute lying about and dangling from trees. I thought it was a plane crash, but there didn't seem to be anough wreckage so we concluded that a hot air balloon must have come down there, perhaps too abruptly. Balloons do pass over that area occasionally, though this was a drizzly, cold rain and not the sort of day you'd choose for ballooning. Only when we got home did we find out that it was indeed a plane wreck. Four people killed in a small plane flying out of a club airport in Indiana. Once again I'm reminded why I have no interest in flying machines. I'll keep my hooves on the ground, unless of course a willing pegasus comes along.
New installment here.
Cumulative word count: 45464 (On pace to finish a couple of days early)
Things are starting to fall into place now, though I hope the places aren't quite what the reader may be expecting. ;D
We decided to join the "support small businesses" movement by ignoring the chain stores and their black Friday nonsense to visit some local retailers of interest. Went to a hobby shop in Woodstock to check on some model train materials, but didn't buy yet. Then the local feed store to get dog food for Red, and onward to a one of a kind local restaurant in Crystal Lake called "Around the Clock" for lunch. After that, Joseph's Market (a really great local grocer with excellent produce, just coming back from an 8 month closure due to a roof collapse) where we bought apples and cheese. Stopped at two other hobby shops, or maybe one and an empty storefront. Name still on the door, but completely empty. Checked the web when we got home and found they have moved one town over but are still open.
On the way to Crystal Lake, at something like 12:30, we passed an odd scene in a cornfield along US14. There were photographers and a film or video cameraman standing on the other side of the road snapping away. Police cars, and people walking back and forth across the field. Some small debris and what looked like the remains of a hot air balloon or a big parachute lying about and dangling from trees. I thought it was a plane crash, but there didn't seem to be anough wreckage so we concluded that a hot air balloon must have come down there, perhaps too abruptly. Balloons do pass over that area occasionally, though this was a drizzly, cold rain and not the sort of day you'd choose for ballooning. Only when we got home did we find out that it was indeed a plane wreck. Four people killed in a small plane flying out of a club airport in Indiana. Once again I'm reminded why I have no interest in flying machines. I'll keep my hooves on the ground, unless of course a willing pegasus comes along.
