Date: Tue, 24 Aug 2004 02:14:38 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: The Castaway Hotel-book8, chapter 7

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The Castaway Hotel-Book 8-by BW (Young-Friends).  Copyright 2004 by billwstories
Chapter 07 - A farm and leprechauns.              March 2004

After the boys left, and yes, I ended up letting Vinnie ride with them to
the bus station too, I went to the computer, to check out my emails.  Going
through them, I discovered a message from Lester Foote.  He and his wife
Tammy were the couple who were going to supervise the group home on the
Becker's old farm, and I concluded he was sending me this email to advise
me about how things were going.


Josh,

I just wanted to let you know how we're progressing here.  The renovations
on the Becker's old farmhouse are nearly completed, and my wife and I will
be moving in there before long.  Your friend Sally Swarthout has introduced
us to several young people who want to come live there with us, so it looks
like things will be underway quickly.  My wife and I are both excited about
this.

So far, we've agreed to take on five boys and two girls, all between the
ages of fourteen and seventeen.  We thought it best to start with the older
children, so they could learn how to do all the things that will need to be
done around the farm.  After they get used to living and working there,
then maybe we'll take on some younger children, and the older ones can give
us a hand with them too.

We've got things planned out pretty well, and we've managed to keep both
farms running in the meantime.  The thing is, after talking it over with my
wife, we've come up with another idea for you to consider.  Seeing there
are two farms, with two homes, we thought it might be a good idea to use
one house for the boys and the other for the girls and maybe even some
younger children, so there won't be any temptation between the various
sexes for some late night rendezvous.

Seeing our old house is a little smaller, we thought that would work for
the girls, and if there weren't enough to fill that house up, then some of
the smaller children could be put there as well.  When the younger boys get
older, they could be moved to the other house, but I think it would be a
more prudent way to proceed, to eliminate potential problems.

Of course, you'd need another couple to supervise the other house too, and
we don't want to create problems for you or your foundation, but we think
this would really be for the best.  Please think it over and let me know
what you decide.  We'll handle everyone in the same house, if you think
it's best, it's just that we're worried that major problems would happen if
one of the girls should happen to get pregnant or claim she was sexually
molested by any of the boys.

Your friends, Lester and Tammy Foote


After reading the email, I went out and discussed Lester's ideas with Jake.
"Jake, I just got an email from Lester Foote and his wife, and they suggest
that maybe we should have separate homes for the guys and the girls.  What
do you think?"

"I think he may be right," Jake told me.  "I don't want to sound
hypocritical, because we allow the boys to have sex with each other in our
house, yet don't think it's right for guys and girls to have sex at the
same age, but it is different.  The boys don't have to worry about getting
pregnant or having babies.  I hope that doesn't sound like I'm using a
double standard here, but that would be another consideration."

"I know," I agreed, "but Lester mentioned that too.  It is something else
we have to be concerned about, because I don't want the group home or
Foundation to be engulfed in controversy or scandal.  Lester thinks we can
fix up his home to house the girls."

"Do you think the Foundation could handle the expense of fixing that place
up too?" Jake asked next.

"I don't think the money is the issue here.  We'd find a way to cover the
expenses, so it just boils down to doing what is right and best for
everyone involved."

"Then I agree with Lester," Jake admitted.  "I think it would be safer to
have the boys and girls at least spend the night in separate facilities.
They can work together during the day and such, but being apart after dark
would help to eliminate the late night meetings and sex, as it would be too
far between the farms to make it easy for them to hook up."

"Yes, I can see that."

"Another thing you might also want to consider is splitting the workload
between the two farms too.  Put the chickens, hogs, beef cattle and some of
the horses over on the girls' farm, where they can help with those chores,
but put the milking cows and the rest of the horses over at the Becker's
old farm, where the boys can handle those duties.  Both places can have
their own gardens too and they can share the haying responsibilities during
the summer months."

"You know," I told him, "that's not a bad idea.  I'll run it by Lester and
see what he thinks, but I'm also going to call Sally and get her opinion on
this, seeing she's technically going to be responsible for the welfare of
all the children."

"Good point and I agree you should do that.  Why don't you try her right
now?"

"I will," I told him.  I grabbed the phone, dialed Sally's home number.
She picked it up on the second ring.

"Hello."

"Hello, Sally.  It's me, Josh.  How have you been?"

"Josh, it's so nice to hear from you.  I'm fine, but what causes you to
call me at home, and out of the blue?  Is something wrong?"

"No, Sally, just the opposite, but can't I call my best girl without there
being a reason?" I teased.

"Oh, Josh, you're such a flatterer, and if I didn't know you were with
Jake, I'd be after you in a heartbeat."  She let out a nervous little
giggle after she said that.  "But what may I do for you today?" she added,
getting to the point.

"Well, Lester Foote sent me an email about the farm, suggesting that maybe
we should use both houses, one for the boys and the other for the girls, to
prevent any sexual shenanigans from taking place.  I wanted your take on
that, seeing you're ultimately responsible for all the children's welfare."

"That would be a wise precaution, but is it feasible?" she wanted to know.

"Oh, yes.  That's not a problem.  The only thing I needed from you is to
know if you thought it should be done."

"Definitely," she answered, and I could tell by her tone, she was intrigued
by the idea.  "If you did that, it would not only prevent some things from
happening that would be best avoided, but it would also allow me to make
more quality placements of children I feel would benefit from that type of
environment.  Do you have someone in mind to supervise that home?"

"No, Sally.  I'm afraid I don't?"

"That's not a problem either.  I think I have the ideal couple in mind.
They have taken in a nine-year old girl and wanted to take in more, but
their home just isn't big enough."

"That's nice, but can they handle the farm work too?"

"Oh, yes," she chirped, excitedly.  "They live and work on a farm now.
That's the problem.  They live in the small two-bedroom, hired-man's house.
The bedroom their little girl is in is only seven by nine, and I couldn't
justify putting another child in that small of a space.  But this will work
for all of us.  He'll have a job, still be able to work on a farm, and they
will be able to have the additional children they hoped for."

"Do you think they'll go for it?  I mean...we're not just talking one or
two more children here."

"I know, but I'll call them and talk it over with them.  Then I'll let you
know what they say."

"Thanks, Sally, that would be great, but you'll have to let him know Lester
will be in charge of the overall operation.  If he's amenable to that, have
him give me a call, so I can learn more about him too.  Is that okay with
you?"

"Certainly, Josh, and I was planning to do that anyway.  After all, the
Foundation is your baby," she added, but I knew she meant that in a nice
way.

"I appreciate that, Sally, but the Foundation really came about because of
the boys, and now this is all happening because of Little Ricky."

"I understand all that and I hope they're all pleased with the way it's
working out.  We are going to be able to give a whole bunch of children a
chance for a much better life in a wonderful environment."

"That's what we were all hoping for and I know that will make Little Ricky
especially happy, being able to honor his parents in that manner.  We'll
still be regulars out at the farm, to help out and keep an eye on things,
so I'll keep you informed too.

"Thanks, Josh.  You still continue to amaze me and somehow make my job
easier."

We hung up and I relayed the conversation about the changes to Jake, and
then the boys.  They all thought it was a great idea too, but some wanted
to spend more time at the boys' house, while the others were trying to
figure out how they could spend more time at the girls' new residence.
Damn, just what I needed.

Now that the issues with the farm were settled, our focus turned toward our
trip to Chicago and our participation in the St. Patrick's Day parade
there.  The boys were looking forward to this, especially Andrew, who was
not only excited about being in the parade, but also about seeing his
friend Barry again.  The week went by amazingly quickly, because we had a
lot to do to get ready, and that helped to make the time fly.

Jake and I had discussed travel arrangements and thought it best to drive
everyone to Chicago in the Suburban.  That way there would be plenty of
room for all of us and room for the Flannery family too, in case they would
prefer not to take multiple vehicles to the places we might visit.
Wednesday night we loaded our suitcases into the Suburban, so we'd be ready
to leave as soon as school was out, and we were all ready to travel.

Thursday seemed to drag slowly forward for us, as time tends to do when you
are waiting for something special to happen.  As soon as I could, I drove
to the various schools and picked the boys up, before going to get Jake,
and then we were on our way.  It was a fairly nice day, a little overcast,
but not storming, and we set out for the windy city.  It was quite a
lengthy trip, so we'd drive about two-thirds to three-quarters of the way
tonight, take rooms for the evening and then drive the rest of the way
Friday morning.  I had printed off maps from the internet, so I had all I
needed to get us there, and Jake and I would take turns driving, so it
wouldn't be so hard on either of us.  After stopping for dinner, we headed
out again, and then we stopped at a motel along the way, where we would
spend the night.

The next morning, we ate breakfast and then took off again, anxious to
reach the Flannery's home.  The family lived in a nice suburb of Chicago
and when we arrived there, just a short time after we'd stopped for lunch,
they all seemed excited to see us.  Their kids were also off from school
that day and Barry was all over Andrew, happy to be with him again.  They
invited us inside and offered us refreshments, before they told us what
they had planned.  They informed us they wanted to show us around the city
today, taking a driving tour to see some of the sites, seeing it was still
a little too cool and windy to make walking very enjoyable, and then they
had made reservations for us for dinner.  It sounded nice, so I suggested
we use our vehicle, which they agreed to, and Farrell rode in front with
me, so he could give me directions.

As we were heading into the city, Farrell told us about the Great Chicago
Fire of 1871, which started in Mrs. O'Leary's barn, and how most of the
city had to be rebuilt after that happened.  We started our tour by driving
around the University of Chicago's historic Hyde Park campus and then we
got to view some fabulous old mansions in the Kenwood area, most of which
were built between 1860 and 1920.  After that, he took us through another
interesting area, the Prairie Avenue district, which was developed between
1836 and 1900.

Over the course of the next couple of hours, we also went through the
Pullman Historic District, which was named in honor of George M. Pullman, a
railroad magnate who developed the more comfortable Pullman passenger car.
We also saw Sts. Volodymyr and Olha Church and the Holy Trinity Russian
Orthodox Church, as well as three of the sporting venues in Chicago.  We
went by Wrigley Field, home to the Chicago Cubs baseball team and the
stadium where Babe Ruth supposedly called his home run shot before he hit
it by pointing to the spot in the outfield.  We also saw the US Cellular
Field, once named Comiskey Park, but this is the new Comiskey Park, built
in 1991.  It is the home of the Chicago White Sox baseball team.  We also
went by Soldier Field, which has been the home to the Chicago Bears
football team since 1971.

After our little whirlwind tour, Farrell asked me a question.  "Does your
family like Italian food?" he wanted to know.  Before I could answer him,
there was a chorus of whooping and hollering from the back, letting him
know the response was affirmative.

"Well, I guess that should answer your question," I told him with a grin.
"I think the boys could live on pizza and pasta, if I let them."  Farrell
smiled back.

"I guess that must be the same for nearly all kids then," he told me, "as
mine are the same way."  Now, he directed me to the Tre Via Ristorante,
where we would dine.

It was a nice upscale restaurant, which occupied a handsome area inside
Wicker Park's historic Flat Iron Building.  They had a nice selection of
Italian dishes, including pizza, and most of the boys decided to split
pizzas between them, while we adults opted for the more traditional
dinners.  The meal was wonderful and the Flannerys, Jake and I also shared
a couple of bottles of wine, while our children all enjoyed sodas.  We even
had a little dessert to top the meal off, and when the check came, I
slipped our server my credit card, much to the dismay of Farrell.

"I've got tomorrow's meal then," he insisted, quite adamantly, so I just
nodded to let him know I would agree to that.

After we left the restaurant, we drove back to their place, so the boys
could select suitably sized costumes for the parade.  That way they could
put them on before we came back to meet the Flannerys tomorrow morning, but
they were kind of surprised when they were also given fake beards and glue,
as an added enhancement to their outfits.  Farrell then told me to follow
him and he would show me the way to where we were staying, so we did just
that, and then I waved to him just before he drove off, while we started to
unload our gear.

After checking in, we went to our rooms, and Sammy and Andrew asked to stay
with Jake and me tonight, though I wasn't sure of their reasoning.  We
agreed and then watched a little television before we turned in.  The rooms
were nice, the beds very comfortable and the bathroom quite large and
adequate, so I knew we'd enjoy our two nights here.

The next morning, I advised the boys to put on the long underwear I told
them to bring with them, before they put on their costumes, and then Jake
and I helped them attach their false beards.  They looked so dang cute in
their long, white stockings, emerald green knickers, white shirt, emerald
green jacket and emerald green cap, and each also had given a dark-colored
shillelagh to carry.  I had been told in advance to also have all the boys
bring black dress shoes with them too, and they each had a pair of black
slip-ons they generally wore to church, but they had been given a fake
silver buckle to strap over them, to make them look like old-fashioned
buckle shoes.  The boys really did look like leprechauns when they were
fully dressed, and if it weren't for Sammy and Andrew's oriental eyes or
Dion's caramel complexion, no one would have questioned if they were truly
of Irish ancestry.

We drove back to the Flannery household to meet up with them, and then we
would drive everyone into the city, to the place near where the float was
going to be starting.  Farrell, and his wife Katelyn, remarked about how
wonderful the boys looked, and I had to admit, Barry looked even more
appropriate for the role.  Their daughter, Alannah, was dressed in a rather
cute emerald green dress and had green ribbons in her hair, and she would
be riding on the float with the boys.

Once we got to the float, Farrell told each boy where they were to place
themselves, and then he gave them the things they were going to toss to the
children along the way.  There were black cauldron-like containers, which
were to appear to be pots of gold, filled with gold foil covered
chocolates, shaped like coins.  These were one of the items the boys would
be throwing from the float, but there were also green frisbies, green
shamrocks, green necklaces, and other small trinkets, which they were told
to judiciously try to direct to the children they saw along the parade
route.  The boys told him they understood and soon the parade was underway.

It was a gorgeous day for this time of year; with the sun shining, the
breeze at a minimum and the temperature moderate, so God really was smiling
down on the Irish today.  Katelyn, Farrell, Jake and I walked beside the
four corners of the float, to make sure no one tried to get too close to
our children, but it also gave us a chance to watch them in action.  I
could see the sparkle in their eyes and their smiles nearly split their
faces, as they doled out the various items to the assemblage of children
along our route.  The boys were really into this and enjoying themselves,
and I even saw Graham faking a little Irish jig at one point, which even
made me laugh.

The parade took a couple of hours, but it was worth every minute of it, but
when it was over, we all got together again, to see what was next.  "Okay,
guys.  Follow me," Farrell told us, though not letting us know where we
were heading.  I think the boys were a little uncomfortable that they were
still in their leprechaun costumes, but that didn't last for long.  After a
few very cheerful comments about how well they looked from passers-by, they
soon shed their inhibitions and went merrily onward.  Soon we found
ourselves in front of the Sears Tower and I think we all knew where we were
headed next.

We soon discovered the tower is 1,450 feet tall (443 meters), but it is
1730 feet (520 meters) to the top of the twin antennas.  We were heading to
the sky-deck, which is 1353 feet above the ground and gave a great view of
the extended area.  As we rode to the observation deck on one of the
elevators, Katelyn told us the building opened in 1973 and on a good day
you could see 40 to 50 miles (65-80 km) and four states; Illinois, Indiana,
Wisconsin and Michigan.  Seeing it was quite a lovely day, I was sure we'd
get that opportunity.

As we looked out of the various windows, the boys were able to pick out
some of the places we had seen earlier, such as the US Cellular Field and
Soldier Field to the south, but we could also see O'Hare Airport to the
west, and it really was a truly spectacular view.  I think we did feel a
little queasiness every time we noticed a plane coming close to the tower,
as images of 9/11 flashed througgh our minds.  I think we all realized this
was probably silly and the chances of anything else like that happening
were slim, but it was just one of those residual fears left over from the
images that had been etched on our brains from that terrible day.

Once we had returned to ground level, we headed back to the Suburban and
left the city.  We dropped the Flannerys off and went back to our rooms, so
we could clean up and change again.  We'd have a couple of hours to relax
before we went out to dinner, and the boys wanted to check out the indoor
pool.  I agreed that sounded like a good idea, so we went down and swam for
a while, and then we went back to shower and dress for dinner, before we
picked up the Flannerys again.

Tonight, we went to a steakhouse called Wildfire and it had a rustic
atmosphere, with hefty pillars, wood cabin-y walls, and fires in the
visible kitchen stone ovens.  Farrell was glad our table wasn't too close
to any of the stone ovens, as he explained it could get quite warm by them
at times.  The great thing about this place was that it had a special
supper menu for groups of over six persons, where your order included two
appetizers, a salad, the main course, side dishes and dessert for only
$24.95 per person.  It would help with my crew, keeping the bill under
control and none of them should leave here hungry.

The meal was nice and Jake I also enjoyed the 4-beer sampler offered there,
and we didn't argue with Farrell later in the evening when he called for
the check.  On the way back to their home, Barry started teasing for me to
allow Andrew to stay with him tonight.  After getting Farrell and Katelyn's
approval that it would be fine with them. I talked it over briefly with
Andrew as well.  Seeing he was looking forward to this too and everyone
felt it would be okay, I gave him my permission, which thrilled the two
young boys into a frenzy of hand slapping and cheers.

Before saying good-bye to the Flannerys again, we let them know we'd pick
Andrew up early the following morning and we'd bring him a change of
clothes at that time too.  The rest of us drove back to our rooms, but
tonight Jake and I would end up getting some quality time alone.  It seemed
Sammy had decided to share a bed with Cole and Graham, rather than stay in
a bed alone with us.

When I went to check out the next morning, I discovered another surprise.
Farrell had made arrangements for his company to pay for both nights of our
stay there, not just the one I had agreed to, and I knew we'd have to
discuss this before we went home.  It was a nice gesture, but wasn't
necessary.

I later heard that Andrew and Barry had a little fun that night, sharing a
little fondling and sucking each other off, and I could tell by the noise
coming from the adjoining room that the other boys had a good time too.  I
was hoping Andrew and Barry had been careful, because I wasn't sure how
Barry's parents would react if they discovered such things going on between
the boys, but I hoped they would just brush it off as youthful
experimentation.  Everyone seemed to be cheerful the next morning, when we
stopped by to pick Andrew up, so I gathered there were no problems.  I gave
Andrew his clothes and he and Barry ran up to Barry's room, so he could
change, and I gave Farrell back the costumes the boys wore, but not before
apologizing to him for not having the opportunity to have them cleaned
before we did so.  After assuring me his company would take care of that,
he thanked us for helping out and asked us to join them again next year.

I took that opportunity to ask Farrell why he had his company pay for both
nights, and he told me it was because we had assumed enough expense
traveling there, so I told him I owed him.  When Andrew and Barry came back
downstairs, the Flannerys led us back to their dining room, where they had
everything set up for breakfast.  I was shocked that Katelyn and Alannah
would try to feed all of us at home, but they did quite a nice job of it.
Together, they prepared huge bowls of scrambled eggs, loaves of toast, made
stacks of pancakes and grilled pounds of sausage to feed us all, and it was
all very good.  We all enjoyed their efforts and thanked them profusely for
all their hard work, to which they informed us it had been their pleasure.

I told the Flannerys they had to come visit us next or join us on a
vacation this summer.  They said that sounded nice, but was not ready to
make any firm commitments just yet.  After that, we said our good-byes, got
back into the suburban and headed home.  I could tell both Andrew and Barry
were crying as we drove off and I understood they had formed a special bond
between them.  I made a decision that we'd at least try to include Barry in
our vacation plans this year, if I couldn't talk his whole family into
going with us.  I think we all liked the Flannerys, so I hoped they would
decide to join us willingly, but we wouldn't pressure them into anything.

The drive home was long and we did stop for a late lunch along the way.  It
was quite late by the time we arrived back at the house, so we just went
straight to bed.  Even though we knew we had the entire next day to rest
and unwind, we all need a good night's sleep.  It had been a fun time and I
think we were all glad we had participated and maybe we all were looking
forward to doing it again next year.

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