Sad, Sad, Sadder

The last book I read is The Adventurer’s Son, by Roman Dial. A true story about a man who lived his life on adventures to exotic places in search of answers to questions of biology. He raised his son and daughter to be much like him. At age twenty-eight, his son went on an adventure to the jungles of Central America, specifically the jungle in Costa Rica. Like most good sons, he messaged his father about his whereabouts and itinerary. He planned to spend four days in a specific region of the jungle, which was dense and also recommended to go with a guide. Being an experienced jungle hiker, he opted to go solo. The message he sent his parents was the last time they heard from him. He vanished. His father left immediately on a course to find him. The remainder of the story involves the search. For me, this story was a page-turner. I could not put it down. I rated it five stars on my reading list, and recommend it to anyone interested in biographies, adventures, and scientific discovery.

As a father, I don’t know if I would drop everything to go into a jungle to hunt for my missing son. I certainly sympathize with the Dial family on the loss of their only son, but I’m not sure I would have gone to the trouble that this man and wife did to find their kid. The story is a sad one, and the ending is sadder.

Frankfort Loaded with Abandoned Homes

Walking the streets of Frankfort, Illinois makes one wonder what is going on. Everywhere, abandoned houses prevail. What is it about my town that causes alien residents to leave perfectly good homes to decay? In the coming weeks the aliens will return to feed off the area. No doubt, they will need new homes. Will they rebuild those abandoned last fall? Not likely. They will scrounge more material and hastily construct new ones. Some will look trashy while others will be neat and trim. Some will decorate the interiors with soft materials for lounging. Most will be under heavy cover and concealed from view.

The aliens arrive from places like Mexico, Costa Rica, Florida,, Alabama, Mississippi, Arkansas, and Georgia. They come for the great conditions provided them by our Creator. They breed several families during the time they are here, and forage Frankfort to feed them. While they tend to their young, they stay solitary and territorial. When it is time for them to leave they crave socialization in large numbers.

One day, as if by rigid schedule the aliens disappear leaving Frankfort scattered with abandoned homes.

On Charrington Drive

On Old Plank Road Trail

On Pfeiffer Road

A skyscraper on Ginger Lane

This one came stocked with food.

The first alien of spring, freezing his butt off.