Boring, IL

Uh, oops, that's supposed to be written "Moline"... Really it's not that boring, but it is HOT and MUGGY and HUMID and STICKY and WHITE and FAT and Amuricun.
Arrived yesterday to a practically empty airport, no other planes in sight- as soon as I stepped outside the blazing sun hit me and it felt heavy on me - worse than any hot heat I felt visiting Florida or somewhere South, and hotter than the dry desert heat...
Called a cab, waited for a while, shared it with a cussing cell-phone chatting young thug, and got dropped off first, the stinky fat coughing cancerous driver silent most of the way...
Dad's house is in a cute green hilly neighborhood in Moline, an empty town of nothing but houses and spread out buildings with the A/C blasting and brick facades, parking lots full of John Deere tractors and Ford trucks. It's a sweet little upstairs apartment, perfect for him and the yowling cat to share-
We tired out early after driving around erranding in Iowa and IL - crossing the border a couple times a day during the run around is no biggy.
He's old, tired and grumpy, but all due I'm sure...
Got a visitors pass to the Army Island yesterday and today went to see his coworkers- fat and nice people, stuck in their army cubicle fluorescent building eating doughnuts and clucking away on their Dells. It seems like a nice enough place to work- a short drive across the bridge for him each day, or a nice bike ride downhill- I have hopes he'd do this in fair weather, otherwise he'd get to work a sweat ball and have to shower in the Mississippi...
The hotel is SO cheezy it surpasses the bounds of anything that is corn and riduculousity. The slogan is "experience the great outdoors indoor" in and of itself an offense of bad grammar (I think) - with bad decoration around every corner and even a fake wood log pole in my room.
The bike path today seemed my only escape, and my only relief from the heat ironically being in the heat itself- the cool breeze as I rode dad's too tall for me and painful on my ass bike, I saw why he moved here... It's clean enough- I've seen no crackheads or homeless people, no graffiti... lots of railroads and brick buildings, big trees and the river, ducks and horrible food. His heaven.
It feels good to drive him around and watch him read his 379 emails after not seeing his computer for 3 weeks...
Kinda lonely life, but he seems to have a few friends... ;)
Uh dunno what else...