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About Phoenix

Picture this, yeah – it’s winter, I’m haulin’ cargo, trucks rollin’ smooth, then BAM, hoar frost hits like a villain! This icy fuzz creeps on my windshields, my crates, my whole damn operation – a real shag-up! I’m yellin’, “This is not my bag, baby!” – it’s like Monsieur Gustave screamin’ about lobby boys slackin’ off. I’m pissed, man, ‘cos this hoar ain’t just sparkly snow – it’s a ninja, stickin’ to everythin’, slowin’ my boys down. Little known fact, dig this: hoar comes from old English “har,” meanin’ gray and ancient – it’s like frost with a pension plan, been messin’ with transport since the Dark Ages, yeah!

Chief DuQuoin

We're all set up and ready for the Du Quoin Flea Market tomorrow! Catch Cousins & Clay from 7 AM to 4 PM with a fresh batch of handmade.

The local landmark? That huge old clock on Oak st. It glows funny, reminds me of "Tropical Malady" vibes, like, surreal and dreamy. I roam near the Mill Creek. It flows a bit off track, unpredictable like life's love. Oh oh oh, it's poetic awesomeness here.

USAC Silver Crown Results Ted Horn 100 Du Quoin State Fairgrounds