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Travel Day



Well, another trip to Northlandia ends.  By 8:30 pm I'll be back in the sultry and stultifying embrace of the South.  Let's review, shall we?


Within 48 hours of landing I was playing in a new snowfall.




Wondered initially if this was a fan expressing his love of a certain team, or a statement for this year's flu season.




 

On Sunday I got a text from Danny saying they were having a beer at the Club.  From left to right, Ed, Steve, Danny, Mike and John.  Nice group to while away an afternoon.


Someone bought me shot with what was inside this bottle.  It had a distinct tastes similar to an old favorite, a Slippery Nipple.  Wonder if they have any of that in Kitschland?





 

A little Bloody Mary, a little beer, a little pool and a lot of good ole conversation at the North Henderson Community Center.  By the way, the big honking thing in the Bloody Mary is a pepper jack deer stick.  The tray of goodies must have affected my pool playing - I was embarrassed so that my shame could only be expunged by more beer.  Thanks, Neighbor.





And I would be remiss if I didn't mention why I was up here in the first place.  

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