Missed posting yesterday as it was a day of travel. Yep, back to "The Cities" (Twin that is) for more SuperGranny activity. I would say spoiling but I have to take long car rides with SG and it gets lonely with no one talking to you. A few things made me laugh on Thursday while I was hanging out with my shopping/back road roaming buddy, Larry. After running our necessary errands, we stopped for lunch at Joe's Bar and Grill. That wasn't too funny to start with until . . . we met Joe, a diminutive fellow who looked like he had probably been a farmer most of his life. Larry immediately started questioning Joe about the place and other small talk. In turn, Joe insisted that we guess his age. We countered with flattering guesses like thirty-nine or forty-seven and finally, one hundred-five. (that being closest to what Joe really looked like) Joe proudly announced that he had witnessed eighty-seven winters and closed the bar every night at two am (two thirty on Friday and Saturday) and opened again at nine am. Then he passed on this sage advice to us two youngsters, "never retire, it's no damn good for ya!" We paid our tab and, without looking back, dragged our two sorry retired asses out to the car. That little adventure was kinda funny (worth a chuckle maybe). But, then our trip took a turn for the chucklier. As I said, both Larry and I love to try roads we hadn't traveled before. So, off we went down this road and that road soaking in the local scenery. Occasionally we would run across a road that at least one of us had traveled before. Nothing is better than to share a previous discovery to a fellow traveler. My "show and tell" pointing out the Martian mannequin saving the mannequin kid being chased up a tree by cut out bears that I wrote about recently. I pointed out a few other "hot spots" along the road when suddenly Larry pointed and said, "turn here!". Obediently I swung the Honda onto a one lane sand road that was actually the only strip of snow in sight. As the car carefully snaked its way along the snow covered lane deeper into a fairly thick woods Larry said, I think my son is ice fishing around here". Now I am strongly adverse to ice fishing (unless it entails fishing a cube of frozen water from a glass of scotch). Larry explained that his son was taking part in an ice fishing derby and had found a spot in the backwaters of the Wisconsin River near here. Sure enough below, perched on a couple of five gallon buckets and peering into holes in the ice, were two bundled up figures. Larry recognized one of the figures as his son so he yelled down various clever remarks concerning his fishing prowess and how time was running out on the tournament. After pulling ahead to a wide area where a truck was parked we discovered that it was not Larry's kid down there looking into that icy hole but some confused stranger who is probably still wondering, "what the hell was that all about?". Upon returning to Fennimore we found Larry's son's truck parked next to the bar that sponsored the fishing derby. Inside we found Larry's kid and a dozen or more rosy cheeked guys with little red eyes. (probably from staring into those little frozen ice holes) a long story but . . .This Made Me Laugh!
Have a Laughy New Year.
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