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A Retrospective from Summer 2015:

 

Most of my poems written at the time of this post were dedicated to GreenEyes, or Taylor's Girl - two names a young woman whom I was deeply in love with at the time went by.  I created an avatar that looked similar to her and posted it.  It was very much a hot cold relationship which ended years ago.

 

 

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My Second Life Avatar

 

I have put some time into this little avatar, and I think she's as cute as heck.

 

Baby Baby Baby

Baby Baby Baby

by JeromeProphet
       

When I see your pretty face

 I'm amazed by your grace

I feel no maybe

My beautiful darling baby

You're my pretty pretty love

Sent from heaven above

You're my lady
My pretty baby lady

There's no doubt about it.

 I wanna shout about it.

You're my green eyed baby
My sweet heart princess daisy

You're the one for me

Like no other one could be

For your love saved me

My darling baby

    

You're the one I live for

The one I adore

I'm all crazy crazy crazy

baby baby baby

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Silenced Love Intrusion

Silenced Love Intrusion

by JeromeProphet

Our love is an illusion

My fault

My pained confusion

One heart that beats

Not two

A broken heart so blue

Your silence an intrusion

Upon my self delusion

It speaks as loud as thunder

Pushing my soul dark under

And whom is there to blame

Can anyone be shamed

For what they fail to do

For not feeling 'I love you'

For it's my thoughts and feelings

That has sent my life reeling

And not your heart so bare

of love for me or care

So what should I now do

Make die this love for you

Or let it wither in silence

buried in unsung violence

And what of memories we made

The future plans we laid

Of soft kisses on golden days

Of the children we would raise

Are those thoughts now unmade

Or living in another way

In some distant place and time

A place we still could find

I'm hoping you hear it too

The song that led me to you

It's sung each and every day

God blessed in every way

And if ever you understand

We'll reach that promised land

And join our souls with love

Eternal, infinite, and one.

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Peregrine Falcon Graces Downtown Springfield Illinois

Peregrine Falcon Dives Faster Than 180 MPH

One perk of working in downtown Springfield, Illinois is the presence of a Peregrine Falcon.  Several weeks ago I walked within about ten meters (30 feet) of a Peregrine.  I snapped a few photos with my cellphone camera, but the quality was so poor that I won't post them here.

Over the last month, or more, I've seen the Peregrine eating (some captured prey?) in one of our company's parking lots.  Yesterday the Falcon flew just feet above my SUV while I was driving down Jefferson street at lunch time - to the delight of me, and my friend Greeneyes.
 
What an incredible bird of prey.  Just to see this beautiful bird stretch its wings and soar is such a privilege.  Not many decades ago this incredible bird was listed on the endangered species list, but has made a remarkable recovery due to the banning of the pesticide DDT.

Fourteen Things I Adore About You

Fourteen Things I Adore
About You
by Jeromeprophet

  

1. Your name

2. Your smile

3. Your soul

4. Your pretty face

5. Your honesty

6. Your kindness

7. Your energy

8. Your love for your daughter

9. Your intelligence

10. Your determination

11. Your spirituality

12. Your love for your parents

13. Your capacity to forgive

14. Your very existence

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My Crazy Evil Twisted Loser Love

My Crazy Evil Twisted Loser Love
by jeromeprophet

   

I've learned not to expect anything from you

This way when I get nothing at all

Or worse yet - rejection, and even abuse

I am not as hurt, or as confused

   

And when you give me something at all
 

Your hand

Your hug

Your kiss

Your smile

Your time

Your kindness

Your thoughts

Your love

Your dreams

Your hopes

Your trust

Your life

  

No matter how fleeting

No matter what price I must pay

  

I am happily surprised

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Love Entranced

Love Entranced
by Jeromeprophet

I heard it in the trees

Whispers in the leaves

Gentle voices calling me

To romance

I felt it with such ease

Warm love within the breeze

Your arms around me

Please

As we danced.

We flew above the waves

Skitter scattering ways

The light shimmers

Through your hair

I'm entranced.

 

Our union is in blaze

Souls lifted in light rays

You're the answers

To my prayers

You're radiance.

I dive within your eyes

Sail hazel green skies
You're beauty perfect love

You're innocence.

One day I'll be your true

And love you through

and through

Dedicate my life to you

In reverence.

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HorrorFreakGirl's 'Fireflies' Fan Video

Fan Music Video of Owl City's 'Fireflies'

   
NOTE November 2009: I've been a HorrorFreakGirl fan for awhile now. HFG, Horror Freak Girl, Cassady, just turned twelve last month, and she's already quite the actress. Check her video out.  Amazing.
 
Update September 2015: Sadly, at some point this video was made private, or deleted, along with nearly all other videos posted by HorrorFreakGirl.  It was in fact a better video for the song, than the official song video itself - in my opinion.
  
HorrorFreakGirl had posted for several years on YouTube.  She appeared in at least one Staples commercial, and began an acting career on Broadway. 
 
It is possible that she was asked to make her videos private for professional reasons. Perhaps her parents gave her a choice - Broadway, and good grades, or YouTube.  She was very talented, and represented one of the first generations that used a public video journal for both an online diary, and for creative mini-entertainment productions.
 
Cassady would be about seventeen now, and if you are reading this, Cassady, I recommend that you keep your YouTube Channel, add content - perhaps as a critic of all things Horror related, and monetize the channel.  There are many successful YouTube content providers who have made quite a career out of posting interesting content, and you have the talent to do so as well.
  
  
    

Owl City - Fireflies

 

You Would Not Believe Your Eyes

If Ten Million Fireflies

Light Up The World As I Fell Asleep

Cause They Fill The Open Air

And Leave Teardrops Everywhere

You'd Think me Rude

But I Wouuld Just Stand And stare

I'd Like To make Myself Believe That Planet earth Turns Slowly

It's Hard To Say That I'd Rather Stay Awake When I'm Asleep

Cause Everything Is Never As It Seems

Cause I'd Get A Thousand Hugs

From Ten Thousand Lightning Bugs

As They Tried To Teach Me How To Dance

A Foxtrot Above My head

A Sockhop Beneath My Bed

A Disco Ball Is Just hanging By A thread

I'd Like To make Myself Believe That Planet earth Turns Slowly

It's Hard To Say That I'd Rather Stay Awake When I'm Asleep

Cause Everything Is Never As It Seems

When I Fall Asleep

Leave My Door Open Just A crack

Please Take Me Away From Here

Cause I Feel Like Such An Insomniac

Please Take Me Away From Here

Why Do I Tire Of Counting Sheep

Please Take Me Away From Here

When I'm far Too Tired To Fall Asleep

To Ten Million Fireflies

I'm Weird Cause I Hate Goodbyes

I Got Misty Eyes As They Said Farewell

But I'll Know Where Several Are

If My Dreams Get Real Bizzare

Cause I Saved A Few And I Keep Them In A Jar

I'd Like To make Myself Believe That Planet earth Turns Slowly

It's Hard To Say That I'd Rather Stay Awake When I'm Asleep

Cause Everything Is Never As It Seems

When I Fall Asleep

I'd Like To make Myself Believe That Planet earth Turns Slowly

It's Hard To Say That I'd Rather Stay Awake When I'm Asleep

Cause Everything Is Never As It Seems

When I Fall Asleep

I'd Like To make Myself Believe That Planet earth Turns Slowly

It's Hard To Say I'd Rather Stay Awake When I'm Asleep

Because My Dreams Are Bursting At The Seams

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Pink Whirlpool

Pink Whirlpool 
by JeromeProphet

Love rushes through me

For it's you I must see

Heart pounding moments

If ever you loved me

Love pounds inside me

For you I can be

I'm lost in the torrent

Your love will save me

Swirling love moments

Be most kind to thee

Lend me your angel

Precious darling guide me

I'll be true to you only

Never leaving your side

Dedicate my soul lonely

A love never denied

I tremble cross oceans

Once seemed to divide

Joined one in our passion

Our romance now alive

But I'm away from you now

A fate worse than death

Watching from afar - how

I can't catch my breath

Some say I'm madness

And abandon my love

My obsession and gladness

Race both in my blood

But no matter what fate

And no matter what pain

I must face this my darling

For my heart it must reign
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What I Know About You

Oasis - Supersonic

What I Know About You
By JeromeProphet

What do I see when I look at you?

What do I feel when I feel you?

What do I know when I know you?

Nothing,

But something.

And I'm never absolutely certain

that what I

see

feel

and know

about you
  

is only that which I want to

believe.

But I do know one thing for sure,

and that is that you are very

beautiful

inside and out

And that I want you

Beyond that

I'm taking it a moment at a time

And hope I don't get it all wrong

For both our sakes.

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Green Eyed Goddess Divine

Green Eyed Goddess Divine

by Jerome Prophet

In your eyes

I see your smiles

of distant whiles

My heart is raised.

There's no surprise

No time for tides

We rush toward crashing waves.

I feel your heartbeat

Your fluttering heartbeat

I feel your hand in mine.

Your lips are trembling

So softly remembering

Our promised love this time.

We come together

You're now my treasure

Radiant sweet sublime.

My darling precious

Your love has blessed us

Beyond all measure

My green eyed goddess divine.

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A Breeze and a Butterfly

A Breeze and a Butterfly

by JeromeProphet

The rhymes have escaped

The words have run away

These feelings persist

And I've got something to say

Within my heart this truth

I can no longer hide

The answers to the questions

I dare not ask why

Like why I love her madly so.

And why I still insist

This love of ours in flames a glow

Is worth everything we risk

My love you read my words now

You know our love is true

Our careless love knows no Hows

One day you'll say 'I do'

Our pain will be over then

Vanquished with our sin

We rushed where Angels feared to tread

Yet our love's not crushed by them

And now we're tangled you and I

We're lovers like the moon and sky

You and I were meant to be

It's undeniable to see

The secret truth of our love

Is not held in the heart of a dove

No what we are is far from that

Perhaps the Cheshire cat

For we are to each other

Something we can get from no others

We are like a breeze and a butterfly

Flying fragile and fierce into the high

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Senator Edward Kennedy Dead At 77

Having been raised a Catholic in the 1960s I can say that I recall asking my parents who "we" were for in the upcoming Illinois 1968 presidential Primary. I was told Bobby Kennedy. Well we all knew what happened there. I remember being awoken to my mother, and sister crying over the breaking news that Robert Kennedy had been assassinated.

And years later I asked my mother about the day John F. Kennedy was assassinated and she told me I broke down crying because everyone else in the house was crying. I was just a little kid then, but I must have sensed that anything so important as to bring the adults to tears was worthy of my own.

As the years past the tabloids kept the Kennedy family, and Jacki O in the spotlight, and I watched them from afar - feeling a bit guilty in the process. But as I learned more about the remarkable Kennedy family, and their history I realized I was witnessing history.

I've always been a Kennedy fan.

I've seen this family survive one tragedy after another, and yet survive. And they will go on.

God Bless You Teddy, and thank you for all the good things you have done for this nation.

Of Beauty, Goodness & Love

In darkness

Of Beauty, Goodness and Love
by jeromeprophet


You feel you were forgotten
From a different land and time
You said that love was rotten
When I offered you mine

You rush to those who hurt you
Like a moth into the flame
I can no longer see it's truth
As you hide behind your shame

Men you say adore you dear
Yet you feel that you're unloved
Your smiling face is filled with tears
Like a river of pain from above

And not everyone those tears can see
But I do know that they are there
Because you shared them with me
And because I truly care.

I've tried to share some wisdom
And I have offered you my life
For I fear the path you have chosen
Will take you from the light

Your heart is filled with a darkness
And a pain so deep that you say
You're often thinking of an end to this
Not wanting another day

You ask me why I love you so
And as I whisper why
You thrash and push away with no
And we both begin to cry

If not with me I hope you find
The love you hurt to know
Realizing your dreams as divined
And a time which loves you so

You're beautiful and sacred oh
You're a gift from god above
An inspiration of Beauty so
Of Goodness, and of Love

You'll need to see this truth as told
Before you can accept a love
A true and lasting heart of old
Your salvation from above

In Light

Of Beauty, Goodness and Love
by jeromeprophet


You feel you were forgotten
From a different land and time
You said that love was rotten
When I offered you mine

You rush to those who hurt you
Like a moth into the flame
I can no longer see it's truth
As you hide behind your shame

Men you say adore you dear
Yet you feel that you're unloved
Your smiling face is filled with tears
Like a river of pain from above

And not everyone those tears can see
But I do know that they are there
Because you shared them with me
And because I truly care.

I've tried to share some wisdom
And I have offered you my life
For I fear the path you have chosen
Will take you from the light

Your heart is filled with a darkness
And a pain so deep that you say
You're often thinking of an end to this
Not wanting another day

You ask me why I love you so
And as I whisper why
You thrash and push away with no
And we both begin to cry

If not with me I hope you find
The love you hurt to know
Realizing your dreams as divine
And a time which loves you so

You're beautiful and sacred oh
You're a gift from god above
An inspiration of Beauty so
Of Goodness, and of Love

You'll need to see this truth as told
Before you can accept a love
A true and lasting heart of old
Your salvation from above

Director And Writer John Hughes Died

John Hughes, the man behind the cam in such films as "Pretty in Pink", "Sixteen Candles", "The Breakfast Club", "Planes Trains and Automobiles", "Ferris Bueller's Day Off", "National Lampoon's Vacation" , and "Home Alone". John Hughes was also a contributing writer to "Animal House".

And those were just his hits.

If you were a young person living in the western world in the 1980s you were affected by this man.

He died today while taking a morning walk in Manhattan, and was fifty nine years old.

I only know this man through his films, and can only respond by saying - thank you for the incredible movies.

Old Streets and Sidewalks

I live in Jerome, Illinois, but I work in Springfield, Illinois. I do most of my driving through the streets of "Old Springfield". I must admit I usually take a route which takes me through many of the old neighborhoods I know from my childhood.

Sometimes I feel a bit sad when I notice how little has changed in many of these "hoods", but usually I feel just the opposite. I drive past the church I attended as a youth, my old elementary school. I drive past many of the same businesses I know from childhood - some open, some not.

One thing I always look for are older stretches of sidewalk, or streets.

Asphalt is a best a temporary covering. It looks nice for a a few years, but it simply doesn't last.
Cement, and brick are incredible. Many of the sidewalks I see that are made of cement look as if they have been in place for half a century or more, and some of the few streets made from cement have also managed to last that long.

One thing I felt odd about was driving down the alley way which ran parallel behind my childhood street. I noticed that after decades of asphalt overlays that the alley which was once even with the yards along it was now several feet above those yards.

Also, there are the rare old fences which have somehow managed to survive the many decades since my youth.

And finally, the trees. Incredible trees of my childhood still stand, and each one brings back a rush of memories. Not all have survived, but many have, and I wonder for how much longer those ancient life forms will last. Just to see them, and to know that they may outlast me is actually of comfort to me.

I guess I'm looking for the comfort in finding proof, and clues of my youth.

I guess I'm getting to feel like a time traveler of sorts.

Then there is New Springfield. I know that many of its residents have no link to Old Springfield. They are busy living their sterile lives in their treeless neighborhoods - hoods where houses look all the same - where nothing dirty as an alley would ever be considered. Hoods where a short drive to the sterile corporate parking lots of CVS, Walgreens, Blockbuster, and Sonic, provide little in the way for children of this generation to call their own. In those hoods the streets are paved with asphalt.

Dead Like Me Now On Hulu

After my mother died several years ago I went through a period of grieving. I don't really see grieving as an either-or experience, instead I see it as a continuum of grief. So for example right now I am still grieving to some extent for my mother, and even my father who died long ago.

Anyway in the months after my mother died I was very definitely finding the subject of death much more interesting than I had before. The whole idea of mortality, or maybe I should say, my own mortality, and the mortality of everyone I know and care about became a tangible and persistent presence in my mind.

I guess if I had been an overwhelmingly religious person I would have sought shelter deep within my religious faith, or if I had been a drug or alcohol abuser perhaps I would have sunk within a bottle of booze for solace, but instead I found some measure of relief in some of the few television programs available which dealt with the subject of death and grieving.

One series, which I liked a great deal, is a funny, and yet thought provoking series titled Dead Like Me.

I could stand to watch it not long after my mother's death because it was funny, and yet it also somehow touched repeatedly upon the meaning of life, mortality, death, and grieving.

I've wanted to buy the DVD set, but due to chronic poverty I haven't seriously considered that an option, however, I am pleased to have discovered the series is available on Hulu.Com.

And so I have spent many hours of this long nearly four day Fourth of July weekend watching episodes of Dead Like Me.

While I'm less emotional about the subject than I was shortly after my mother's death I can say that I still find the series to be as incredibly good as I felt it was then, and so I am highly recommending it to anyone who chances across this blog post.

Ed McMahon Dead

God? Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrreeeeesss Ed!

Ed McMahon Died. My earliest recollection of Ed McMahon was feeling sorry for him. I was a young boy, and I would briefly listen to portions of the Johnny Carson Show, and I would hear how Johnny would make jokes at Ed McMahon's expense, and the crowd would roar with laughter, and I would wonder if Ed McMahon really was a drunk, and if so, why he laughed along with Johnny Carson's comments.

Little did I know that jokes were jokes, and that each was an incredible compliment - I didn't understand the low key comedy routine which Johhny Carson, and Ed McMahon would play out Monday through Friday - I was simply too young.

As years passed I began to understand more and more of the adult world, the world of sophistication, of smoking, drinking, naughty jokes, and Hollywood from watching Johnny Carson, and Ed McMahon. It was a show that seemed at its peak just when I was growing sophisticated enough to understand.

Yet I grew tired of the Carson show as I entered into young adulthood - waiting instead to watch David Letterman, who at the time was the new kid on the NBC late night block.

I'd rarely watch The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson thinking it was boring, and it probably was, yet I did tune in to watch the last show, and I felt sad that the party had come to an end.

I'd see Ed McMahon on Bloopers, and other shows from time to time, and he was always good on whatever I saw him on, but I can't claim I ever watched a show because he was on - and that is the role of the sidekick - to be there, and be square.

I recently watched him on an interview with Larry King, and I felt sad for him, as he was facing the loss of his mansion, but a part of me thought he was being exploited by his various ex-spouses, and his children.

Still I had a great deal of respect for this man as he was still working in whatever capacity he could, even with a broken neck.

I'll always rememeber your Alpo Commercials Ed - you were funny as hell - They just don't make them like you anymore - Hi Yo!

Farrah Fawcett Dead

Farrah Fawcett was a very beautiful woman.

My brother had her famous 1970s poster adorning his bedroom wall as a teenager, and I was always envious that I didn't have one.

The first time I saw Farrah Fawcett was in the Fox Movie Theater in Town and Country Shopping Center on Macarthur Blvd., in Springfield, Illinois. She appeared in the movie Logan's Run.

I was totally attracted to her, although at that age I wasn't entirely sure what those feelings meant, but I knew I wanted more.

Yet, by the peak of her stardom I wasn't interested. I never really like Charlie's Angels.
It was in her post Angel's roles where I realized she was a fine actress.

The last time I saw Farrah Fawcett was in her documentary Farrah's Story. I felt so heart broken for her. God I hate Cancer. Poor baby. May you rest in peace Farrah.

Michael Jackson Dead

Michael Jackson Is Dead

You know I never thought I'd be blogging about the death of Michael Jackson. Michael Jackson seems so unreal to me that it is hard to believe that he could die.


Michael Jackson The Performer

In Michael Jackson's defense he was an incredible performer. From his singing, to his dancing, to his creation of a bigger than life persona, he just never failed to thrill.

His hit songs defined the sound of popular music for years, and he provided tabloids, and comedians with a vast amount of material to sell to a curious public.

He managed to make some incredible music videos which seem more like short films, and he was able to perform at the highest levels of perfection in front of audiences of tens of thousands.

Yet, having said all these positive things about Michael Jackson I must also say that he was an odd man. I don't mean that in a bad way. We common folk need our bigger than life performers to be able to rise above mediocrity - we need them to be able to say - what we can not. Yet Michael was odd in several disturbing ways that slowly eroded whatever chance he had to be revered by the mass public.


Michael Jackson The Child Molesting Freak

The oddest thing about Michael Jackson was his pederasty. He admitted to sleeping with boys, and he paid many of their families off to keep them from sending him to jail for molesting their children.

Michael Jackson never wanted to grow up, and unlike most people he had the means to avoid doing so.

One of those means was surgery. Not only did Michael Jackson die his skin white, but he also spent his life pursuing, through plastic surgery, a form of physical beauty. One could never predict exactly how Michael Jackson would look.


Michael Jackson The Mortal

And now he is dead. As I watch the television coverage on CNN I hear speculation that he died of a heart attack brought about by an overdose of prescription medication. If this is true it seems only fitting. He was a very lonely, and unhappy man who feared growing up, and growing old, more than he feared death.

Still, I feel a bit awkward watching how another unhappy star has either deliberately, or accidentally ended their own life. I keep thinking of what I would have done with all the money Mr. Jackson is said to have wasted. And now, like the money, fame, and admiration, which he burned through Michael burned through life.

One observation I wanted to include in this post is that I turned on my radio, not satellite radio, and I listened to the broadcast of dozens of stations looking for one which might be playing Michael Jackson songs as a tribute, and I found not one - not one station playing his songs on air.
What appeared to us in the beginning as a rising star long ago burnt out, and only the charred remains exist now for our fascination.

Iran's Nuclear Facility Should Be Bombed?

Iran's Nuclear Facility Should Be Bombed?

While it is encouraging to see hundreds of thousands of protesters in the streets of Tehran the current Iranian regime will in no way allow a peaceful revolution to occur. Anything short of a massive violent uprising on all fronts will fail to change the gangster regime in Iran.

Americans must not be misled, we face hard choices when it comes to Iran. If the U.S., or Israel bombs Iranian nuclear facilities we will make enemies of those who protest for greater freedom today, and at most we can expect to delay the Iranians from developing nuclear weapons by ten years.

It can be argued that any regime that uses murder squads, and worse to suppress its own people's peaceful desire for change should not be trusted with nuclear weapons. Iran would not be the first dictatorship to develop nuclear weapons. The Soviet Union and modern day Russia, China, and North Korea are all examples of dictatorships with nuclear weapons, and none of these regimes have used those weapons in an actual war - yet.

So what is there to do? What should the Obama administration do about North Korea, and Iran?

Should we bomb these regime's nuclear weapons facilities? And if we do, what will be the consequences?

I haven't made up my mind. I can certainly hope that diplomacy will somehow work to dissuade Iran and North Korea from further development of their nuclear stockpile, but I suspect that diplomacy will fail, and time is running out.

Do we live in a world in which North Korea shipped nuclear tipped intermediate and long range missiles to every nation which can afford it? Is that the kind of world we want? A world in which every petty dictator can extort every nation close enough to fear destruction?

My prediction is that both Iran, and North Korea face military strikes on their nuclear weapons, and other weapons of mass destruction facilities - as well as strikes against their missile facilities.

While I look back at the Bush-Cheney administration in contempt for destabilizing the Middle East, tricking us into a quagmire in Iraq, and isolating the U.S., I do believe that the Obama administration will soon find itself having to make choices which the Bush administration failed to make. We need to be prepared for the consequences.

Welcome New Jeromites!

I posted the following comment to SJ-R's recent article regarding the Village of Jerome's (Illinois) recent annexation of some remaining unincorporated Woodside Township bordering Jerome, and Springfield, Illinois.

Welcome new Jeromites! Thank goodness this puts an end to the leaf burning. As far as Park street, it really needs work, and has for ten years - it's the one big let down here. About the small town 'feel' of Jerome - it exist. I love this little village, and I'll often drive through our streets rather than Springfield's just to experience Jerome. The police are great. Call them, and they are there in less than five minutes - always! Jerome police are not just trying to pass out tickets, or make arrest. They have always treated me, and mine with civility, and generosity. The public service department is fantastic. They have gone far beyond their responsibilities to help with yard waste, spraying for insects, picking up unwanted materials - just like clockwork. After the tornadoes, to see all of these fine folk working together to help us recover was an amazing thing I'll never forget. Despite being surrounded by an ever more threatening Springfield Jerome manages to remind me of the way Springfield used to be decades ago. So welcome to the village ya'll.

Would I like curbs, and sidewalks? Absolutely, I really would! Yet, that's it - that is the only complaint I have about Jerome. I have lived in Jerome for twelve years now, and I have never regretted our decision to move here - other than when I discovered to my horror that District 186 gerrymandered the map which determines which high school our kids go to.

In one of the most obscenely rigged maps I have ever seen our part of Jerome somehow ended up having to send our children to South East Springfield High, while neighborhoods far closer to South East, for example those in Hawthorne Place, are skipped over. And if you look at the map, and the way it has to narrowly run down a single road for miles to get to Jerome it is pretty obvious it was done for political reasons - skip over better off whites, and pick on Jerome in the name of balancing the racial equations of Springfield's schools.