Okay, Dekalb, for you purists - but it's really, really close to Chicago.
Had a pleasant but uneventful visit with Buzz - the patron saint of Huntley Park, the tin foil hat,* and, coincidentally, my father.
As he would say, everything's pretty much, "'bout the same":
Same relationship.For my Grandma, on the other hand, not so much.
Same fixer-upper house.**
Same hardware store.***
She's now in the early stages of Alzheimer's and was recently moved into an assisted living facility. Accordingly, New Year's Eve day, I borrowed dad's car and drove down to Peoria to have lunch with her and my Uncle Bob.
When I arrived at such-and-such Manor, Grandma was waiting for me in the lobby.
"Grandma, how'd you know I'd be here? I'm over an hour early."
"Oh, honey, I just popped out a moment ago to check!"
Turns out she'd been there most of the morning, waiting.
*Thinking conspiracy? Just ask my dad. Utilizing the mystical powers of the internet your worst fears will be confirmed!
**Affectionately and ironically termed the "Palatial Estates".
***Where order is wrought out of chaos, one small carded item at time.