Time for another “running of the words” column from this long-winded Norwegian Octogenarian (some fact, some fiction).
Genie and I are on our way to Minneapolis and we pull into the I-35 rest stop just north of Faribault. Just as we’re about to get out of the car, a smaller-sized Chrysler with a Canadian license plate pulls in right next to us. A lady gets out from behind the wheel and goes around to the passenger side back door and lets a big dog out on a leash, then proceeds to the pet exercise area. Genie and I go inside. We come out just as the lady is putting her dog in the back seat. We watch as the dog is strapped and harnessed in such a way that the dog was able to sit up and watch to the left, right, and straight ahead.
The lady realizes that we’re watching with amazement. She explains that they are on their way back to Winnipeg after wintering in Arizona and car dog seats are popular in Canada. With amazement, Genie and I continue on as the lady takes her turn in the rest stop. (We are still amazed!)
The following was seen on a T-shirt at the Bagley, MN American Legion: “Heroes don’t wear capes—they wear dog tags.”
Times are a-changing. Remember when a local church got a new pastor? There were many questions about him. Now the question is, “Male or female?”
Have you noticed all the pelicans stopping at various bodies of water to fill their fish tank on their way North?
We passed a semi on I-90 East. The company owning the semi knows how to give their driver a big head. How so? With these words in the big, bold letters on the side, “Our most valuable asset sits 63 feet ahead.”
Speaking of big heads, I am walking on air with a very big head. Why? I have been chosen to be one of 78 veterans on the Honor Flight from the Twin Cities to Washington, D. C. on Saturday, May 6 this year.
Bumper sticker we saw on a Jeep: “Buckle up—phone down.”
We’re on our way South on I-35 to Mason City. A bright, bright pink Ford 150 pickup passed us. Across the entire back bumper were the letters “WWMGLMD”. I sped up to see if we could figure out the letters. The truck pulled off at Clear Lake and into McDonald’s, with us right behind. We pulled in beside the truck as a lady with a pink cap and pink coveralls got out of the vehicle. I tried to explain my curiosity as she laughed and explained that she was a 54-year-old lady hog farmer by Ventura, Iowa. The letters WWMGLMD stood for, “What would most gals like me drive?”
Both Genie and I agreed that with her outgoing charm and air of confidence, she was a successful lady hog farmer. Do you suppose pink is her favorite color?
Bob is a retired AAL (Aid Association for Lutherans) agent, currently working on his master’s degree in Volunteering. His wife, Genie, is a retired RN, currently working on her doctor’s degree in Volunteering. They have two children, Deb in North Carolina, and Dan in Vermont. Bob says if you enjoy his column, let him know. If you don’t enjoy it, keep on reading, it can get worse. Words of wisdom: There is always room for God.