I've been sick the last couple days. But I had to go to the clinic yesterday so I was out and about.  Didn't take many pics but here are a couple.  
  The first was a photo of opportunity, nearly, Barb was driving, and there was a flatbed tow truck in in front of us and he didn't have the car on back chained down.  He had the chains on, just didn't tighten them. When went across the railroad tracks the car started hopping and almost hopped off the side.  I was ready, if it went off I was going to jump out and take pics but he seen it when he stopped at the light and tightened the chains down to hold it on, dang it!
  The second is an entry in the emotion challenge, the emotion is mine though. This innocuous looking utility pole, #308 260 , about 2 miles down the road from our house, killed my Dad. Well, actually, not wearing a seat belt killed him. He slid on a slick spot hit this pole, didn't even hit it hard enough to damage it.  When he hit the pole he flew into the steering wheel and it split the aortic artery lengthwise and before they could get an expert surgeon from Indy, he died.
  But everytime we go into town we pass this pole and it always reminds me of that Saturday afternoon, November 11, 1995.  I had the boys at high school for basketball practice. When Barb called, and said they took my Dad to the hospital, he'd been in a wreck, she didn't know how bad it was, but he was consciuos and talking.  Not expecting anything real bad, I pulled one of the coaches off to the side explained and told him I'd try to get back to practice but if I wasn't to tell the boys to go home with their cousin, he was on the team also.
  Well, when I got there everyone in the family is there, he's in the ER and they are letting us go into see him. He is awake and talking but he's bad and he knows it's bad. One side of his face, neck and chest is horribly swollen from the blood leak. The artery is split lengthwise so the doctors are afraid it will rupture and he'll die if they operate. They've sent for a guy in Indy who'd done this before but he doesn't get there in time they have to operate and he dies.  When we left the hospital all the coaches were there and the boys and some of the players and their parents. Everybody knows everybody in West Terre Haute and my dad knew everyone.  After my mom died, he spent all his spare time at local sporting events and he worked nights as a watchman at the newspaper and every morning he'd take papers around to people he knew.
   The funeral was the biggest thing I'd ever seen, there were close to 500 people there, overflowed both sides the funeral home and people were waiting outside in the cold.  He worked at the university for about 25 years before retiring and the president, and all the coaches were there. He got flowers from Larry Bird and his brother. A lot of the old players at ISU came. All of the area high school coaches came. Tons of people I didn't know.  He always wore ISU logo clothing, hats, shirts, sweaters, etc. so we decided to bury him with his ISU baseball cap... he was friends with Coach Warn.  We couldn't find it. So, I went to ISU and seen coach Warn and asked him if I could buy an old baseball cap since it wasn't baseball season. He said hang on. Well, when he came back he had a cap, shirt, and sweater and with him was the athletic director and football and basketball coaches. They loaded me down with stuff and we put all of it in his casket.  Amazingly, they even had an article in paper about his death. We'd had no idea that so many people knew, let alone, cared about him.
  Sorry for this boring,(hence the thumbnail) long-winded eulogy of sorts. At least, you don't have a lot of pics to look at.