Hello everyone, new guy here been smoking a pipe for about a year now. I started after i found a picture of myself at 4 yrs old smoking my Dads pipe. He past away in January, and just away to relax and remember
I used to drive 65 to Chicago a few times a year, and one year, in the southern part of IL, I ran into a Turkey Testicle Festival. We ended up staying and having a blast, but I didn't eat (very many) turkey testicles, but the music was awesome.No its funny when I say Illinois everybody says Chicago but i am actually closer to Kentucky than Chicago and about an hour from St louis
We do have some good festivals down here.I used to drive 65 to Chicago a few times a year, and one year, in the southern part of IL, I ran into a Turkey Testicle Festival. We ended up staying and having a blast, but I didn't eat (very many) turkey testicles, but the music was awesome.
thanksGreeting from Iowa... not Des Moines!
that looks amazing,thanks about my pop I was lucky enough to be there til the end and say a proper goodbye.
Just outside Mount Vernon closer to Cairo than RockfordSo, Old School, where are you in Illinois, from Rockford to Cairo? My hometown just outside Chicago city limits was Park Ridge.
Beautiful country. I rode the Illinois Central, back when that was running, from Chicago to Springfield and spent most of the trip on the open area between passenger cars just inhaling that beautiful country air, that rich black soil breathing with corn, soy beans, and energy. I was on my way to Boys State 1963 where I won the Lincoln Essay Contest. It filled out my somewhat meagre year book entry, like the kid might have something going after all. Thanks to my history teacher Mr. Johnson, and the DAR who sponsored me after the American Legion had already chosen their candidate.
Yes I was actually born just across the river from St. Louis in Alton but grew on the Florida/Georgia lineBeautiful country. I rode the Illinois Central, back when that was running, from Chicago to Springfield and spent most of the trip on the open area between passenger cars just inhaling that beautiful country air, that rich black soil breathing with corn, soy beans, and energy. I was on my way to Boys State 1963 where I won the Lincoln Essay Contest. It filled out my somewhat meagre year book entry, like the kid might have something going after all. Thanks to my history teacher Mr. Johnson, and the DAR who sponsored me after the American Legion had already chosen their candidate. Hey, you're about an hour from St. Louis!