We were invited by our neighbors, Dick and Bev to dinner on Saturday nite. They were having us over for Chili Verde, corn tortillas, and a delightful baked cheese hominy dish. Never had hominy before and by golly, I thought it was good ! Unfortunately, Bev had some kind of infection and couldn't join us but Dick was a trouper and brought over the dinner. We ate in the saloon. Later we all enjoyed Dick's stories. That's why we like him so much, he's full of 'em - stories I mean.
On Saturday, our gang went over to Jim Sprick Park for the annual Nile River Days. We had breakfast at the Volunteer Fireman's Breakfast. As Michelle and I like to help out both the Volunteer Fire Dept. and Lion's Club, we bought some raffle tickets. I had my eye on the cord of wood that Tom Montgomery, our neighbor, was putting the hard sell on.
Well, as luck would have it, Tom called us on Monday to let us know we had won the wood ! Yippee ! Now all I have to do is stack it but we've got a lot of fresh wood for next year.
On Sunday, Michelle and I returned to the fair especially to see our neighbor, Pat (on the violin) and her brother-in-law, Jack Wadsworth (on the keyboard) on stage. They play a little bluegrass and were pretty good !
I gave them a copy of my CD. I'm hoping I get a chance to jam with them one of these days.
Next, I ran into this guy with a parrot on his shoulder.
I go, "What's your parrot's name ?" "Crackers" he says. "Huh !", I exclaimed as I couldn't think of a quick enough comeback. "Uh...does he say anything ?" He looks at me like I'm some kind of dummy, "No, he's a blue-tailed macaw parrot !" "I understand they live to be quite old" I said, trying to squirm out of the hole I had dug myself into. "Well, this one should live to about 110" Noting that this guy was no spring chicken, my brain ceased to function as my mouth took over, "So, who's going to take care of him when you pass on ?" As indelicate as that seemed, in my mind it was a question that needed asking. "Oh, I've got him in my will !" I left him with his parrot glaring at me as if I had committed the ultimate faux pas. I couldn't resolve the inevitable question I had, who would want a used parrot ?
I continued on to the other events, Ax throwing, horseshoes (men AND women), some kind of backwoodsmen rifle shooting (which made a loud boom and caused Michelle to spill her coffee) and log sawing. It was truly a taste of Americana and unfortunately something you don't get to see often enough these days.
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