The old neighborhood

We lived in Rantoul, Illinois, in apartment 6 at 1100 Falcon Drive for a few years before moving to Small Town, IL. After a few years of us paying our initial rent rate, the management, Champaign-based Westgate Apartments, cited non-discrimination laws and moved a young pharmaceutical entrepreneur next door. After many middle-of-the-night knocks on the door from his customers, the last straw was cast (hi Biff!) when clouds of cannabis smoke invaded our kitchen through some shared HVAC during our daughter's birthday party. Perhaps the young Mr. Lee mentioned in this article is our former enterprising neighbor:

A Rantoul man who had about 87 pounds of cannabis delivered to his cousin's house in Rantoul was charged Friday with cannabis trafficking, a Class X felony.

Lincoln Lee, 26, who listed an address in the 1200 block of Falcon Drive, is accused of having the cannabis delivered to his cousin Marcia Holliday's home in the 1000 block of Eastview Drive from Phoenix on Thursday.

Today's trek

Lotsa driving today. When Lisa returns from her physical therapy appointment, Sarah and I will head out across the wide flat prairie to Rantoul to make some deposits and open her first savings account. Then west over the northern reaches of the Sangamon River to the county clerk's office in downtown Decatur to get a copy of my birth certificate, which will be used on the north side of town to get a replacement Social Security card. Then Sam's Club for a few cheap bulk items and Aldi's for some other cheap stuff, then home.

Meanwhile I'll leave a large Mathematica program running at home, hoping that it will finally work. Programmers are professional optimists - "Surely it'll work this time!"

Also, I set up Haloscan comments and left a couple of test comments on the Rush in Manchester post, but the comment count is still zero. Grr.

Later. That was a long day! There were a few screwups along the way, either because we left in a rush without thinking through every detail or because I'm getting old and foggy.

There were two highlights of the trip. First was a visit to our old apartment in Rantoul (1100 Falcon Drive, Apt. 6). We lived there "in the Rantoul days", as the kids say: from July 1998, two months before Sarah was born, til January 2004 when she was about 5-1/2. She was deeply moved as she recalled how she and her brothers played in the back yard and under the tree in the front, and as we left she took some mementos: a wildflower from the yard, a stick and a brown autumnal leaf from the old tree out front, and in a last-minute impulse in the front yard she bent down and picked some blades of grass. She has a good heart.

On our way out of town we passed the Papa John's pizza joint from which we ordered many a meal in the Rantoul days. I promised her we'd look for one in Decatur and there it was on Route 51 - the second highlight of the trip! After a successful visit to the county clerk and Sam's (the SS office was already closed, the slackers) we stopped at Papa John's and ordered our old usuals. Their warm aroma filling the car brought back even more happy memories from the Rantoul days.

For the word mavens: is there a word for that quiet happy/sad reflection on personal history that hits when you visit "the old homestead" or somesuch?

Note to self: Aldi's margarine is about half the price per unit of Sam's.