It’s what you do. Note that we have our single American flag and the POW-MIA flag as it should be. Also, down the street is some “patriotic” dude who likes to set up 12 flags along the road near his house. I guess this might make up for the other houses that did not display the colors (Must be Communists)
Let’s hope so… With over 233,000 Americans dead from the virus we need some kind of leadership that does not pass off conspiracy theories as reality. Note on this day: No Halloween this year, just like No festivals, live music, parties.
Life on the “Cut”, A visit to Chirk
Well, fuck it all, we are in a pandemic and we may just die, or get sick for a while, or not notice anything other than having the anxiety of watching our IRA go down the tubes. No sense in giving the details, but since everything is closed for an extended period of time, I guess I’ll have some time to add some crap to this here blog. We will call this process “The Plague Months” as it may be well into the month of May before we are done with this.
This looks good. If fact, after one year this tumor thing is reduced by 50% or more! Check out the radiation page for more info here.
The Tour de Corgi in Fort Collins yet again. This was Duncan’s 5th run at the tour and he had a great time seeing all the corgis (maybe more than 500 parading through town) . Some corgis came from as far as Seattle WA!
Somehow on a trip to Chicago, we saw some corgis at a rest stop in Nebraska. After talking to the corgi owners, we learned that there was something called the Pembroke Welsh Corgi Nationals and it was in Illinois. Better yet, in Wisconsin near the Illinois state line, the national herding contest was going on a week before the big corgi meeting so we went to observe the corgis.
Sue’s great, great, great grandfather lived near Salem, he was a Quaker and had a role in setting up this station on the “Underground Railroad” .
We made a special trip out to Salem BEFORE the hoards of bicycles came through the next day. We warned them! There would be over 20,000 riders coming through your town eating and drinking everything in sight!
When I travel with the banjo attached to my hydrator pack and someone sees it and says “Hey Mister, can you play us a tune”, I always stop and play something. It seems to make their day. It is also the reason why I’m so late coming in at the end of the day. Fun Fact: I didn’t drink any beer while on ragbrai. Sure, if it was 103 degrees out, I might, but we had unusually cool (for Iowa) weather. The people in Lacona were very nice, and offered me some beer, but I said “No Thanks, I only drink vodka”. The next thing I know, this guy goes back to a freezer and brings out a fifth of nicely chilled locally made vodka! Swell Vodka was the brand! Swell Vodka: “Drink to your wealth, Toast to your health. Drink SWELL straight from the well.”
So I had to stick around Lacona for a while so I could pass around some Swell vodka with some new found friends. A passerby thought the bottle label said “SWILL” : “Drink SWILL straight from hell”.
Stopped at the Pork Chop man’s location after Lacona, but I can’t recall what happened next. I vaguely remember dragging my ass into the last town.