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Thursday, September 20, 2007


Let us have
A shot or two
Of Bourbon

Posted by Marie at September 20, 2007 12:49 PM


Time was - the pronuniciation was Burr Bone Is - Townies continue with that correct pronunciation.

Posted by: Pat Hickey at September 20, 2007 2:36 PM

Thanks, Pat for the clarification. I always wondered. I need a better poem.

Posted by: Marie at September 20, 2007 4:20 PM

Bourbon, is

A better way

To spend

your day in


Bourbon, ey?

Posted by: at September 21, 2007 11:28 AM

How about that one I posted above? Take it - on me!


Posted by: Pat Hickey at September 21, 2007 11:31 AM

Thanks again, Pat. Your poem is so much better than mine. In truth, I don't feel poetry like some people do and I wish I could. Hence, the drivel.

If you happen back this way, you might enjoy a little bit of Bourbonnais pronunciation trivia from a recent federal trial of a former governor sent to me by Dan Brekke who was having trouble posting a comment.

Posted by: Marie at September 22, 2007 4:18 AM

That was a great story! I lived in Kankakee from 1975 untill 1988; met and married the love of my life Mary.

We taught together at Bishop McNamara - George and Lura Lynn Ryan were at our wedding - even though I am a Democrat and when Mary was dying of a brain tumor sent regular notes and prayers - they attended both nights of her wake and funeral. The Ryans are lovely people. I love Kankakee County ( in fact my novel The Chorito Hog Leg, Book One: A Novel of Guam in Time of War is loaded with Kankakee, Momence, St. George and Bourbonnai references and history.

Marie, Here's a little story that I posted over at Illinoisreview about my first encounter with Jerry Weller- I believe that the Kankakee Journal had story on Jerry's Traffic Jam at the time:

My first encounter with Jerry Weller:

In 1987 or '88, when the boy hog farmer was running for State Representative.

It was about 7:10 AM -My late wife Mary and I were taking 2 yr old Nora to the babysitter in Bradey, Il from our apartment in Bourbonnais. We took RT 45 which winds past Maternity BVM Church, and meets Rt 102 before Olivet Nazarene College.

Traffic was blocked - yep. a traffic jam right here in BURR Bone Us! It was getting late and we needed to be at Bishop MCNamara HS by 7:30.

Mary was chatting with Nora about the Ollie North testimony I believe. 'Is there an accident?'

Mary got out of the car. 'Pat there's a poor retarded kid selling stuff and everyone is yelling at him.'

'Go, help him' - Now!'

Well trained is well trained. Mary moved to the driver's side and I got out of the 1972 Nova.

Sure enough, the kid at Rt 102 and 45 was getting hassled. I walked up and there was the future Sandinista Beach and Land Speculator grinning from ear to ear and handing out literature to busy folks giving him the universal 'You're Number One!' hand signal.

I went back to the Nova - What's up! Didn't you help him?'

'He's beyond help - he's running for office.'

We were late.

Posted by: Pat Hickey at September 23, 2007 9:36 AM