Gone Gator....

Howdy y'all...This here is my 200th post....Wow, that is a lot of wasted time on A LOT of people's parts, I'll tell you what...But I'm not here to celebrate milestones...Nope, this here is a largely informaional post, not so heavy on the entertainment aprt( so how's that make it different than the other 199 ? Haw-Haw !!!)...The movers are on their way, crimestoppers, and the Flats is mostly packed up and ready for them...That's right, true believers, the Flats are moving down south, and this will be the last post from old Chicago, the Windy City... Chi-Town...Ol' Flapjacks...Home of the Chicago Balckhwaks...But I digress...Next time you hear from me, I will no longer be a resident of Chicago(much to the relief of all the other residents of Chicago, I assure you)...I will be writing to you from old Florida...Or at least from the road on the way to Florida...as I promise to share the road journal with you, down to the minutest(is that a word ?) detail...sample: Mmmmm...had a burger for lunch...someone farted in the car...boy that I-57 is some histroric tarmac...You simply can't wait, can you ? Well, you won't have to wait too much longer...To my friends in Chicago that partake of this inaneness on a regular bassis, you are at long last finally free of Paticus...That sound you hear is a mingling of cheers and the property values skyrocketing within the Chicago city limits...And elsewhere, the gators are getting nervous...they feel a chill, and the don't know why...They will soon enough, for Paticus is on his way...