The Fourth of July celebration was enveloped by such a superb three day weather forecast that northern worker bees were attracted to our area in impressive swarms buzzing around in everything from over priced vanity convertibles to motorhomes with optional slide-out lawns.There were humongous pickups featuring so many options that they were a control room short of being able to launch multiple surveillance drones in search of optimal camping sites while others piloted wheels that could have fit in the big boys' glove compartments.
OK, I get it.
It really wasn't much of a winter around here. In fact, it was more like putting up with a sickly spring with a cold since last January.
Normally it's tough to settle on subjects for this monthly column. It was easy this time around. There is a deepening political overcast covering the nation.
Just as I was getting our cabin back in order from a rather successful but somewhat pre-apocalyptic Super Bowl party, along comes the Winter Olympics.
My dogs are starting to get really confused and paranoid about how enthusiastically they want to greet each morning's dive off the deck to perform their duties of a delicate nature.
I had just started writing this column when I was interrupted by a call from my little sister to let me know that she was a bit behind in her shopping and that our package might not make it by Christmas Eve.
A friend of mine recently returned from a hunting trip at his secluded and highly classified spot somewhere above the Arctic Circle and had an all points bulletin.
Before I get into a tale of turkey woes, I'd like to give a shout-out to my email buddy and equally unhinged humor writer, A.E. Poynor.
Congress continues to amaze the masses or, if you're into dark humor, amuse.
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