Yet again you found a way, Central Illinois, to surprise and charm us.
The King paid us an audience before tossing on his robes. Next day we costumed ourselves, according to the mind of Bard of Bloomington Deb “Murder She Wrote” Dicke. We quaffed wine at an art fair, rode silly bikes, lied our way through to a new GoH winner (humility virgin Wayne), charaded like Wizards and had the best Turkish food this side of Constantinople. And for the record, Kulm Kocktail Kontest winner: Chris Hage, Dark and Stormies.
All amid the splendor of a real-life, top-hat-displaying mansion with sublime breakfasts that offered no melons but the grand lemondrop.
So as you enjoy memories of a wondrous Weekend (for the love of the gods, also enjoy the Deb Dicke album), consider …
Who and how done it: Weekend XV
The Time-to-Vote Sonnet
It wasn’t Mrs. Vrooman’s sturdy bread
Or ghosts of imitated Lincoln trees.
We didn’t end up under wordy head-
stones because of bitty bikes that kink the knees.
The Butcher of Bloomington: Acquitted.
So too the Ace of Pomeranian.
Towanda round hurt no one. We flitted
To Normal and lived to tell the tale again.
And now we know everyone playing
Did no offing (except the faux Commie).
So who of us is guilty of a slaying?
Vote your Top Tens now. Choose one from Tommye
Or another. For on a mansion knoll,
It was we killed us – wielding only a droll.