THE HAUNTING PAST MYSTERY OF PEORIA ILLINOIS

THE HAUNTING PAST: MYSTERY OF PEORIA ILLINOIS While Ghost Ship Two was being "re-certified", by the air force, Tami and I received another surprise. While our own wages, and bonuses, COULD have purchased us whole FLEETS, of motor vehicles, we were surprised when an "unknown benefactor" produced two, brand new, vehicles. According to th "benefactor", there was no WAY we could have known, about the computer tampering. Besides, it was a Hollywood back lot, and not the real White House, which had been attacked. Still, our pilots were triple-checking all systems, even as the Pentagon was. This, even as Tami had asked Mr. Brown to do some "background", on the planes computer programmers. While computer programmers could be rude, to the max, with people, who did not understand the electronic world, I had to agree, with Tami, that it just seemed "bizzarre" that an entire group, or "collective", of computer programmers just "died". Add in the fact that, while Tami had run what was left, of the programmers backgrounds, even as I searched, in vane, for the peoples graves. While I agreed with the Pentagon, that "people die, evereyday", when I asked "That may be true, in battle, but an entire group, of computer programmers? How often do computer programmers just drop dead?" When my partner turned up less than "little", in the files, then Tami began trying to make contact, with the programmers next of kin, even I was surprised when the response was a very polite "But OUT!". When Tami asked "May I ask why?" the message was "Ma'am, you have your youth, beauty, a fine plane, and a successful career. Why not enjoy it?" Thankfully, Tami took the message as I did. Besides, as I reminded my partner. "We are not on the clock. This is NOT our case. Lets get back to what we are PAID to do." Once the air force declared G.S.2 to be "flight safe", we would, no-sooner, be on our way, back to our base, when Mr. Brown vid-linked with us. I just found it odd how Mr. Brown was referencing streets, and businesses, in the town where I grew up. When Tami, who grew up, in another town, would say "I have, never, heard of these places. Where are they?" I would ask "Sir, WHY are you referencing my birth place?" When Tami would ask "Birth place? I thought you were from..." I would correct my partner, saying "I have only lived in that city since I was eighteen years old. Originally, I was born, in Peoria, then spent a few years, growing up, in a small town, just outside of East Peoria. Due to "family problems", my mother moved my sisters, and myself, BACK to Peoria, where I finished grade school, and took a year, of junior high school." When Tami would ask "Since WHEN does ANY school have just one year, of junior high?" I would say "The story students were told was that Peoria was "phasing out" junior high. As a result, the transitional phase, of junior high, between grade school, and high school, was being "phased out", due to budget needs. Even though the building was recognized, as junior high school, the school board "destroyed" our advancement, by insisting that grade schoolers be admitted, while more senior students were ordered to "forget our status". I wont bore you, with the rest, except to say that, by the time I reached high school age, the "animals" I attended class with, were only interested in savagely beating any student, whom the "animals" believed was "different". When Tami would suggest "Let me guess. YOU were "different." I would agree "Since all I wanted was to be left, in peace, to study, and graduate, my "class-mates" decided that I had no right to live. Of course, faculty REFUSED to get involved, insisting the barbarism was just a "right of passage". This is why, once old enough, I quit high school, and went into adult education". When Mr. Brown would ask "Before you re-located, wasn't there some "trouble", between a businessman, and a land developer?" I would say "Sure, BIG money land developer comes to town. Starts ripping out the historic buildings. Rips out downtown theaters, while building REMOTE theater complexes. " When Mr. Brown would ask "Was this BEFORE, or AFTER Caterpillar Tractor, and Keystone, packed up, and left, closing down plants, and laying off hundreds of workers?" I would say "About the same time. About the same time the land developer ripped out the downtown, then built his own version, of the twin towers." When Mr. Brown would ask "Wasn't there a fire, at some place called "Jumers"?" I would correct Mr. Brown, saying "The fire, which burned part, of Jumers Castle Lodge, was, maybe, in 1975. The property was restored LONG before the downtown was torn apart. This was, also, LONG BEFORE "Cat" left town, as well." When Mr. Brown would ask "Did you, ever, hear ghost stories, or SEE anything, unusual, during those years?" I would say "Sir, with Peoria's PAST, I could fill a dictionary, with all the stories I heard, and things I THOUGHT I saw. Remember, Peoria has a PAST, which digs DEEP, into state history." When Mr. Brown would ask "Just HOW deep?" I would mention "The last time I visited the Peoria Public Library, there was, still, a statue, of an owl, which was perched, I THINK, inside a stairwell." When Mr. Brown would ask "WHO would place a statue inside a stairwell?" I would say "Sir, last time I was there, the public library had windows, in the stairwell. If I remember, correctly, a plaque, below the owl, stated that the owl had rested atop a previous library." When Tami joked "Next thing I know, you are going to say you remember the days, of cardboard "date due" cards, for library books." I would continue with "As a matter of fact, smarty, I remember the days when library CARDS were made of cardboard, and the users name was TYPED on the card." When Tami would ask "I'll bet that was "fun", for the laser readers." I would ask "What lasers? When we checked out books, our library user cards had a tiny piece, of numbered metal, in one corner. Each time a book was checked out, the cardboard card was slid into a machine, which made a "clunk" sound. The cardboard "date due" slip was, then, slipped into the book." When Tami would ask "HOW did they manage with C.D.'s, and D.V.D.'s?" I reminded my partner "At THAT time, neither of these existed. VHS was ONLY for the super-RICH, and music was on vinyl 45's, and 33 1/3." It was right as Tami was asking "Did you have electric street lights, or were the street lights still gas-powered?" This is when Mr. Berown would say "I hate to interrupt, but there IS a REAL case file, in development, here. I was hoping that, since YOU came from that city, you might have a better chance, of finding out if a haunting is real." I would have to remind Mr. Brown "With very few exceptions, Peoria is a completely different city, now, than what it was, as late as 1982." When Mr. Brown would ask "For example?" I would suggest "For starters, Sears riverfront store is gone. The old, waterfront, power generating station, has been replaced with a Walmart. And old bridge, which used to raise, and lower its "arms", like a drawbridge, to allow passage, of bargages, is gone. Its official name was "Franklin Street Bridge". Locals referred to it as the "Granny Franklin". "Last time I visited, even Tyng School had chopped a massive amount, of the old playground, for more classrooms spaces." When Mr. Brown would say "Fair enough. You haven't lived there, in awhile. Still, you know more, about the area, than others do." When I asked "Like what? That the street lights, along West Moss Avenue, in the high class part of town, still used gas flame, after dark? That Jumers managed to salvage several suits, of armor, from a fire, and re-mount the "sentries" to th sides, of the buildings?" When Mr. Brown would ask "Do you remember the drive-in's, along University Avenue?" When I would say "None that I remember, on University. The Peoria Drive In used to be just two blocks WEST, of University." When Mr. Brown would ask "Do you remember any OTHER drive ins, in the general area?" I would say "If I remember, correctly, the next closest drive ins were the "Belleview", and the "Pioneer". These were located on War Memorial Drive, not along University." When Tami would ask "What kind of movies did the drive-ins show, back then?" I would inform my partner "Until around 1977, the Belleview showed family movies. Then, the drive in switched to showing porn. Maybe a mile, beyond the Belleview, was the "family drive in" The Pioneer". To my recall, the Pioneer lasted until VHS came into blue collar homes. Belleview closed down sometime earlier." When Mr. Brown would ask "About WHERE, in Peoria, were the Belleview, and Pioneer, located?" I would say "Thats easy. War Memorial Drive, out beyond Northwoods Mall." When Mr. Brown would say "I dont understand. The file states that the "Star-Lite" is located just beyond Northwoods Mall, on War Memorial Drive." I would say "Trust me, boss. The Star-Lite is, or atleast, WAS, located WEST of East Peoria, past Twin Lakes swim center, and just before entering Pekin. The Star-Lite was, NEVER in Peoria. I would bet every penny I have, on that." Mr. Brown would say "If that is correct, I wonder WHY a piece of land, inside Peoria, is being refered to as "Star-Lite"?" I would suggest "Maybe, someone was feeling nostalgic." This is when Tami would ask "Whats the case?" Mr. Brown would say "Some clients are looking into some derelict land, and are considering developing it into their own version of the "Star-Lite". When I would ask "What for? D.V.D.'s have all-but-destroyed the drive-in experience." Mr. Brown would say "While I trust your memory, and background, I am sending coordinates, along with a case file. See if you can make any sense of it." As G.S.2 coasted over the city, where I had grown up, I found few, recognizable, landmarks. It, truly, seemed that my childhood home was "mutating" (For lack of a better word). While the land developers "twin towers", and the Pierre Marquette (which held the name Peoria Hilton, during my childhood) remained, I was, personally, not surprised when, via our wing camera's, I noticed that the civic center had, not surprisingly, been remodelled into an office building. The reason why this change had not surprised me was because the convention center, in our base town, had gone through major changes, just since the 1990's. For awhile, there had been auto shows, craft fairs, and concerts. All inside the weatherproof center. After awhile, however, some, local, churches had begun complaining, and petitioning the city, for more "family/Christian" oriented entertainment. These complaints came in, just as popular music, car shows, and so on, were, just, covering the convention centers operating costs. Now, while even I have my favorite, Gospel, music, the problem, which even the television show "American Idol" had, was having to learn, the hard way, was that religious music just doesn't "draw" listeners, as much as classic, soft, rock. Ironically, right about the time, when "American Idol" was presenting some of America's finest singing voices (People who had been raised, singing, in church choirs, then going on, to win this contest, even T.V. Guide had noted that, while contest winners had received recording contracts, the problem was content). These singers wanted to "Bring the Joy, of the Lord", to the listening public. The problem was that the listening public wanted soft rock, not church hymns, in daily life. As a result, record sales, of Gospel recordings, BARELY covered recording costs. In the case, of the convention center, in our base town, while the venue changed, from soft, and medium, rock, to Christian concerts, and prayer breakfasts, the centers operating revenue dropped far enough, into the "red", that the venue was changed, again. More recently, our local convention center had been offering a mixture of SOME Christian activities, along with an expanding bill, of more popular entertainment. As we coasted over Peoria's civic center-turned-office-building, I can only guess that "urban renewal" had not quite gone as planned. While I was a bit surprised to find the public library still standing, the area, surrounding the building was, noticably changed. So many, of the classic buildings, were gone. Replaced with parking lots. As to WHAT had "possessed" Peoria, to close off ANOTHER downtown street, changing a well-travelled road way (and one which travelled directly between St. Francis, and Methodist, Hospitals) into a public park, I have no clue. Of course, I never understood the reason why Fulton, between Jefferson, and Adams, had been closed off, in the late 1970's, first to become a parking lot, then to be dug up, and turned into a TINY park. I can only guess that the Peoria city council had its reasons. While it is true, that I spent most of my first 18 years in this city (and I had in-laws, in the area), the fact is, I had not LIVED in this city, for forty years. Even cruising over Main Street, as it curved its way up, a hillside, to Western Avenue, was changed. While the medical school remained, I could not help but notice that a two-story, doctors building, located just above the curve, had been replaced with another, tall, building. In fact, were it not for Bradley Universities classic buildings, I would not have recognized the area, at all. I would have suggested showing Tami the park known as Laura Bradley, but my "gut" told me that even parks were not safe, from "urban renewal". Instead, I gave the pilots directions, to turn north-west. This SHOULD have put us on course, for Northwoods Mall. I SHOULD have expected the mall to look much different. Much, of the parking lots, were gone, even as it appearred that the shopping mall had, also, "evolved" into an office building. Even the Montgomery Ward, and J.C. Penny, auto centers were gone, from the west side, of the mall. In their locations stood more video gaming. Cruising out of town, along War Memorial Drive, it took a few passes, to find the faint, weed-over-grown signs, for both drive ins. When Tami called up the computer records, she would say "Thats odd." When I asked "Whats odd?" Tami would say "According to these records, there is NO "Star-Lite", at this location. Both of these properties are listed as "abandoned"." When I asked Tami "Call up the coordinates, which Mr. Brown supplied." When she did, and the computer imposed them on a map, Tami would say "Thats odd. WHY would they want us to land on top of a parking deck?" I would say "Knowing the city council", as I, once, did, "they probably want to prove that helicopters can fly into town, drop off gamblers, then fly off." Turns out that I was WRONG, about this. DEAD WRONG. Once G.S.2 landed on the roof, of a parking deck, titled "The Dark Deck" (presumably due to its very DARK paint scheme), Tami and I were met with some very aged faces, of people I might have attended school with. A few girls, who might, at one time, have been the most popular, and most "beautiful" girls, in school, yet were, now showing the signs of age. Beautiful smiles were replaced, with business like looks. Smooth skin was, now, showing wear-and-tear. As for the few "men" I might have recognized, the strutting, muscular, creeps, who had made my school life a living nightmare (since I was "different") were, now, missing much of their hair and, where I had most of my muscle mass, in legs and shoulders, due to daily exercise, I doubt these men had even THOUGHT about exercise, in many years. It would seem, however, that I was not the only one with a memory. In fact, according to the "new" city council members: "We have enlisted YOUR aid, in particular, since some of us DO remember your ability to "see, outside the box". While some council members said they remembered me as the "shadow kid" (Someone who was afraid, of his own shadow, and REFUSING to FIGHT, to the DEATH, for his rights), others said "While speaking to my own children, about the recent trouble, I happened to remember that you, Jeffrey Sharpe, and Micheal Carrera, were among those, who kept to yourselves, and dreamed what most of us never considered." When one, very obese, man would say "I, STILL, say they was, and still are, nothing but a group of fagets", the main speaker would say "That will do! These are our guests. They are here to solve our problem." When Tami would ask "Just WHAT problem would that be?" The main speaker would say "We have, for lack of a better word, a "ghost problem", and we know of no other way to solve it, than to retain your services". When the fat man would say "Yeah, bring in a homo, to solve our problems." The main speaker would say "SIR! ONE more word, and you are OUT! Understood?" The fat man went silent. When Tami would ask "Just what KIND, or NATURE, of prohlem, are you plagued by?" Another speaker would say "You must, first, understand something. This town has been TRYING to hang on, since the 1980's. Everything from festivals, to gambling, to fairs, of every kind. While gambling is keeping us from going completely "under", the problem is that even gambling is not providing solid income. This is why we decided to try something new." When Tami would ask "Should I be afraid to ask?" The main speaker would suggest "When we learned, of a device, which allows paying customers to have actual conversations, with deceased persons, we, really, thought this would be a DRAW. People would come, spend money, talk to the dead, then pack up. We, never, planned for what happened." Another speaker would say "Thats for sure". When Tami would ask "Let me guess. You bought something, without KNOWING what it was. You had it installed, activated it, and now you dont know what to do with it. Maybe you dont understand the directions." The fat man would ask "WHAT directions. The creep, who sold us the junk NEVER gave us an owners manual." When Tami would ask "Let me get this straight. You buy something, to boost revenue, without knowing WHAT it is. You buy it from someone you dont even KNOW. Now, you are afraid to "pull the plug", since it will hurt revenues." The second speaker would ask "What plug? We spent DAYS trying to find out HOW the device is powered." Tami would try a new tact. "Okay, lets focus on the effects. WHAT, EXACTLY is the machine doing?" The main speaker would say "THAT is why we contacted your Mr. Brown. We dont know HOW, WHAT, or WHY, the machine is doing what it is doing. All we know is that, anytime some one asks about a person, the machine seems to DRAW the spirit to the area." When I would suggest "Why not reverse the controls?" The same answers came: "What controls? We cant find a control console, anywhere on the device." When Tami would ask "HOW did the inventor turn it on?" and the city council said "The man insisted upon secrecy. He would not install it, with anyone present." When Tami would ask "Without even an electrician present, to make sure all connnections were correct?" The main speaker would say "The man INSISTED upon it." then added "We have, already, called in an electrician and they cannot figure the machine out, either." When Tami and I stepped outside, for some air, and Tami asked me "HOW could they be so stupid? Buying something they dont understand? From someone they dont even know, and all on the vague "hope" of generating income?" I would remind my partner "You know, as well as I do, that Illinois is DETERMINED to be financed by GAMBLING "revenue", rather than manufacturing jobs. We, BOTH, know that the state has no intention of allowing manufacturing to return. What other "choice" do Illinois cities have? Without the service industry, what "future" does the state have?" (This is when I remembered a 1970's bumper sticker, which stated "Will the last person, to leave Peoria please/remember to turn out the lights?") For over forty years, the state had tried everything, possible, to stay on the map. Everything, that is, except the one thing the state REFUSED to do. Creating manufacturing jobs. Now, my partner and I had been summoned to "fix" the latest problem. After spending some more time, with the city council, including giving false assurances, that the matter was "well, in hand", that Tami and I took a stroll, in what is left of Downtown Peoria. So MANY, of the businesses I had grown up around. Places I never thought would go anywhere. Businesses, which had been a century old, before I was born. All GONE. The "new" downtown was as "alien" to me, as would be the Martian landscape. Almost NOTHING remained. Taking a walk, up Main Street, I remain amazed that the Madison Theater has not, long since, been bulldozed. (Seeing as how the theater dated from the days of vaudeville, when performers did live acts.) I was surprised to see the ancient sign, still, remaining over the ticket booth. When Tami asked "What does "Air Cooled" mean?" I told her "That is from the days before air conditioning. coolers, and fans, blew cool air, into the theater." When Tami asked "Did they, REALLY, have live plays, on the screen, in the days before movies?" I would say "Last time I was inside, the stairs, leading up to the stage, remained. The movie projection screen was set into the rear of the stage." When Tami would ask "A REAL STAGE. A stage, on which people performed?" I would say "Just like in the movie called "The Sting."" Ofcourse, Tami, being a twentieth century woman could, barely, conceive, of what life had been like, so long ago. Ofcourse, even I was a child, in the days, when theater marquees had "rolling", "flashing" lights, to announce what was playing. The days, when downtown Peoria was "alive", with shops, restaurants, and the streets were safe to walk. When Tami would ask "Are the rumors true, that city busses useed to "stack up", at quitting time, for that place called "Cat". I would correct my partner, saying "While Caterpillar did run a couple of shuttle busses, from their East Peoria plant, to the old Bergners, on Adams street, the busses were, never, "stacked". At shift change time, in the afternoon, the busses would "LINE UP", in a row, along the store fronts, then the shuttle bussees, from Cat, would drop off workers, who would, then, transfer to other lines, to ride home." When Tami would say "Sounds like a "mad house". I would say "Adams Street was NOTHING coompared to what plants KK, LL, MM, and so on, were like, at shift change. These workers, who wanted to avoid the "exodus" ran out of the plant, first, got in their cars, and sped away." When Tami asked "And the rest?" I would say "For the rest of the work-force, it was stop-and-go. Maybe as much as an hour, to make a fifteen minute trip." It was as we were approaching the library that Tami asked "I wonder WHY the city council REALLY chose the Brown Agency? There must be other, qualified, agencies, out there." This is when another, female, voice would join us, saying "I wouldn't say that." When Tami would turn, to the voice, and saw a woman, dressed in 18th century clothes, and asking "And you are?" The woman would say "I am, or rather, I WAS, the Lady DeWinter." When Tami would ask "If you are 18th century, French, royalty, then WHAT are you doing, in the continental United States?" When the Lady DeWinter would ask "You mean, what am I doing, in the 21st century?" Tami would say "That, too." The Lady DeWinter would say "It seems I have some decendants, hereabouts. As for HOW I got here, you can blame that contraption." When I would suggest "The ghost machine?" The Lady DeWinter would say "More like a ghost TRAP. I cannot return to my beloved, until that THING is dealt with." It was when Tami would ask "Are we the FIRST, that Peoria has contacted, with this problem?" This time the answer came from a rather proper, English, butler. A man who, in proper English would say "Heavens, no, my good lady. In fact, you are, probably, the eleventh, or twelvth group the humans contacted." When Tami would ask "Now, I am curious. WHY did the city decide to contact us?" The Lady DeWinter would say "Twas not the mortals idea." The butler would add "After weeks, of other "mediums", trying this and that, it was we, the spirits, who "encouraged" the city council, to seek out YOUR services." This is when a third spirit, that of a blacksmith, would add "You see, young lady, your reputation proceeds you, even in THIS place." The butler would add "Yes, the Chairman gives you some of the highest recommendation." The Lady DeWinter would add "It DID take a few dreams, during sleep, but we convinced the humans to undertake your services." Well, now we know WHY we were summoned. The question was "WHAT do we do?" Tami knew what her job would be. Processing the souls, for return to where they came from. I just never realized that there were so many French, Swiss, and Germans, among Peoria's population. MY job would be the real headache. It would be MY job, to figure out HOW the machine worked, and, more importantly, HOW to shut it OFF! I had thought back, to our original meeting, with the city council, and how a council member had said "If it were that simple, we would have pulled the plug, long before now." Tami would have the delightful task, of reporting, to the Brown Agency that "Yes, we have made contact. It seems the city bought a "gizmo", with which they hoped to increase tourism. The problem is, the city council never asked for, nor received, an owners manual. Result, my partner is working, basically, "in the dark", trying to figure out how to turn the machine off." (It should, also, be noted that it was NOT the humans, who proposed calling us in. It seems that the spirits made it clear that, either the city call US in, or the spirits would make every night, in Peoria Illinois, a combination of Halloween, and the worst nightmare movies, ever made.) Question: What if we can NOT find the off-switch, on the "gizmo"? When Mr. Black would say "No problem. Just e-mail me the schematics, and I will have an answer, within 24 hours." This is when Tami would have to inform Mr. Black "Sorry, sir, but this device has NO schematics, that we know of. I dont even know if blue-prints even exist." Mr. Black would say "In that case, its time to go 3-D. Use your optical camera's, and get "up close and personal" with the device." When Tami would ask "Do you think its safe?" Mr. Black woulld say "Who knows? I can not say until I see what it looks like." Even as I was looking for the power cord, Tami would hand me the optical camera's, saying "Mr.. Black wants images to look at. He says that, if we want his help, he needs to know what this thing looks like." Swell! Now I was on double-duty. Both looking for an OFF switch, AND now, I am scanning, as well. I shouldn't complain, though, since Tami was dealing with the soul, of an irate man. His anger was because his grand-daughter was schedule to give the Chairman a recital, the following night, and the man wanted to be present, when the girl performed. Lady DeWinter wanted to return to her husband, and the blacksmith said "I left my boy, all alone, to tend the shop." And these were just a few, of the dozens, of souls, which the "gizmo" had drawn to Peoria. When I could not find a power source anywhere, I was about to give up, asking "Where is an electrician when I need one?" When a new voice would say "Why, I am right here, young man. All you needed to do was ASK for help." When I asked the spirit "Okay, as an electrician, WHAT would be YOUR first step, in turning this thing off." The electrician would say "Thats easy. First, we turn it ON. All the way on. Then we see what it does. Get your meters out, since I only have my own tools." I figured that I had nothing to lose, especially since the images, that I sent, to Mr. Black, were useless, with this tech. All the scanners picked up were fuzzy blobs. While it took even the master electrician almost two hours, to find the power switch, when he turned the power up, to measurable levels, this had a most un-desirable side effect. We, actually, WATCHED what must have been the very painful act, of spirits, being pulled/yanked from their rest, by this machine. Even after we measured the power, and the electrician tried reversing the power, the souls remained trapped. It was when a magicians spirit appearred, suggesting "While I am stuck here, why dont I pay the inventor a "visit". Maybe I can "encourage" the man to assist us." When I asked the spirit "HOW do you know it is a man?" The magician would say "Young man, even I, a thirteenth century magician, can tell the difference between a man and a woman." When the butler would say "Please hurry. I have pressing duties to perform." The magician would say "Be right back." Twelve hours later, I was ready to rip the "gizmo" to pieces, when the magician returned, saying "The man claims to have no clue, about the machine. He, even, seems amazed that the device works. He has, however, made an offer, for re-purchase." This is when I would ask "Wait a minute. He says he has NO idea HOW the machine works, yet he wants to buy it back?" The magician would say "In a nut-shell. WHY?" I would suggest "IF he does not know HOW, or even IF, the machine works, WHY is he willing to buy it back?" When the Lady DeWinter would say "Who CARES? I just want to return to my rest." The other spirits would come around to my way of thinking. While the spirits were having their own "conference", about the matter, the electrician, and I, would be pulling up the floor, around the machine, until we found what we were looking for. The spirit would, then, tell me what tools I would need. Since I was the only mortal, and the machine rested in mortal space, I was "elected" to de-activate the device. Even with power tools, it was a laborous task. The breakers were industrial, and capable of carrying enough voltage, to send ME to the spirit world. Even after the power was cut, the electrician would say "Now, we have to let the energy dissipate, from the device. Only then can we "go home"." Since no one told anyone, that this thing had a two day battery, Tami had plenty of time for farewells, as the spirits prepared to return to their rest. It was during this time, when I, finally, had a "heart-to-heart", with my own father. Not father to son, but man-to-man. This, thanks to the electrician, and the butler. While my father would admit "I was not much of a father." I would admit "I was not much of a son." I would ask "HOW did we let my mother cut the family to pieces, like that?" The man would say "Son, you were just a child. You had no way of knowing. Besides, what child does NOT trust their own mother." I think that what "spooked" Tami was how similar my father and I were, in appearrance. I THOUGHT I had mentioned the family trait, to her, YEARS AGO. For some, unknown, reason, the first son, in each generation, is the exact likeness, of the father. By the time the souls were processed, Tami had asked "Might we visit YOUR high school?" When I asked "What for?" Tami would say "I am curious, about where you came from." After I gave our pilots the coordinates, of Woodruff, we were, soon, hovering over what I had, fully, expected to see. The ultra-violent Woodruff High School. The place were students were, openly violent, and deadly, towards one another, in my day, had a brand new use. Now, based upon the sign, mounted on the fence, Woodruff had, now, become a corrections facility. No longer a public school. Now, the center, for barbarity, had come to its true purpose. A corrections center. A place, where DISCIPLINE would be enforced. After this, we visited the housing sub-division, known as Lincoln Terrrace. I was not-at-all surprised to see the bulky, wooden, sign, announcing the name of the place, rotted down to just two, wooden stakes, in the ground. All that marked the entrance, now, was a simple, metal, stake, which held the street name "Wiswall Street". As for the play area's, I found it not surprising that all that remained, of the concrete benches, was their bottom platforms. As for the swing sets. Those crazy things, which were shaped, loosely, like soldiers, and other figures, each with one swing hanging from each arm. As we floated overhead, I was not surprised to see that only the footings remained. The swings long gone. So to was that ancient tree, at the top of the ridge, behind our old place. As for those wooden enclosures, where people stored their trash, until garbage day, these had "dissolved" into twigs, on the ground. The duplexes, of Wiswall Street, and Wiswall Court, had been built as cheap as possible. Whose knows what keeps the units standing. With a check, of local data bases, it would seem that Trewyns time, as a grade school did not last much beyond the time I was there. The data bases said that Peoria had HOPED to reduce costs, by closing an outdated school, and turning a junior high school, into a grade school. Problem was, the main drag, which was south, of Trewyn. A main drag, which was, almost, as busy as Jefferson and Adams. A main drag, where too many, young children had been injured, while trying to cross, to reach school. It seems that, after my family left the area, that irate citizens had ORDERED the school district to abandon the warehouse idea, and build a new, public, school. Trewyn would return to being a JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL. Still, with Caterpillar, Keystone, and other, industries, gone, the city was in steady decline. First, Tami, then myself, and, finally, Mr. Brown, were left to wonder what Peoria would try, next, to generate income. How FAR was a community willing to go, to provide for its people, while REFUSING to create manufacturing jobs? That, and the fact that Peoria had not, actually, returned the device to the owner. Instead, the device was at Bradley University, being studied by the electronics department. Mr. Brown seemed sincere when he cautioned us "Dont get too comfortable. We may have more work to do."