Answer: Because he does not make it look easy!
Today, Grandpa H gave K an introductory lesson on a one hundred year old lathe. Is it possible that I could do something like this with my great-grandchildren someday?
Last week, I had the pleasure of working near Kansas City, so naturally there was a sampling of some excellent barbecue, including Oklahoma Joe’s, recommended by CM and Olathens everywhere. The following Sunday, we had the pleasure of tasting the Waukau Chicken Barbecue. At Waukau, they dig a trench in the ground about 60 feet long and fill it with charcoal and then poultry. I think it draws half the county. The draw for me, however, is not the barbecue but the whole experience, because this is a slice of America that everyone should experience at least once per year.
Flying the airlines can be routine, but only if you let it.
T says, “C is really ingenuitive.”
I believe 2013 is the first year during which my boys have caught more than one white bass during the white bass run. We heard they were running, so we made tracks to the old farm on the river. G prophesied that we were not going to catch any fish because we had never caught any fish there before. Sadly, he was right. He did not catch any. On the other hand, B and K made a haul, and N joined them along with several other friends. We had a blast!
During the last few years I have been discovering how much fun being an uncle can be. These girls are the best!
Question: When you are refilling your super-fizzy Lemon Coke Zero at the local Qdoba’s newfangled pop machine that can mix any one of 200 flavor combinations, what do you say to the two customers behind you?
Answer: “Well, I was waiting for the foam to subside and my flavor selection timed out.”
Recombobulation? It is not in the dictionary. The word, however, strategically used by somebody in the management of the Milwaukee General Mitchell International Airport, provided us with a chuckle last weekend. As we completed the TSA security checks, we were comforted by the sign indicating that we were at the “Recombobulation Area” and would be able to sit down, gather our belongings, compose our thoughts, and then move on to our boarding gate.
B has been aching to hunt squirrels, so that is what we did last weekend. It was his first hunt as a shooter. Our strategy was good, we got one squirrel quickly, and we saw three others that B did not get a shot at. Later, as we were cleaning and cooking the animal, Dad related how he used to go shoot three or four squirrels and his family would eat them for dinner. He added that Pa (B’s great-great grandfather) also liked to boil the heads. Apparently, this is a common practice. Interestingly, B shot this squirrel with Pa’s 20 gauge Ithaca Model 37.