Trip To Northlandia

Trip To Northlandia - Part 2

Here are some various other shots of my trip, in no order or importance.

We met Phil and Jeannie at Pagano's Pizza one night.

The old homestead is looking a little rough these days. There yard is cluttered, the back porch is without screening, and when I was there a deer was gutted and hanging from the old tree we all used to climb. Note the severed head at the crook of the limb. I know we only rent things while here on earth but the sight of our house was pretty jarring. Even the tree is looking its age and rather tired.

We didn't hunt growing up. Don't recall any particular reason for not doing it and we weren't anti-hunting. It was just something we didn't do. I went pheasant hunting once in Iowa during college and enjoyed it, but as a rule we just weren't around it and isn't that something you pick up from your Dad? When we lived there, and my folks built it, it always looked neat as a pin; the screens were always on the porch with plastic during the winter.

Good old frozen crystallized snow. Its hard to say what I miss most but the weather and seasons are right up there.

The beautiful Miss Ashley, Mark's daughter. I love everything about her - she is her own person.

The Country Club was burning leaves the day after the big party. I thought how much the smell is a childhood memory, but the adult reality is its a health concern.

Nobody likes their picture taken, I understand all that. I'm the same way. But some things must be recorded for posterity, dammit. Besides, the blog is always hungry, and if you are around me, then you become fodder or grist, if you will, for the mill. Persevere, it will all be over soon.

I had a chance to see my BFE buddies at Gimpy's while back. Tim, Christopher, Rick and Diane stopped by. Also of particular note was seeing Lisa and John Junk from my MDH days. Great chatting with them at Gimpy's. Were we really there for 6 hours?

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