No Labor on this Labor Day
Big winds and rain and thunderstorms since last night. My house is mostly open air through the summer and not easily closed up with coolers and fans in the windows. I got chilled and my ankles got huge over the past few days so flat time under the covers featured largely in the day. The bedroom TV still works and I watched some tennis. Delores sent a massive piece of ham in a care package after her party. I made a big crockpot of pea soup-almost more ham than peas. So cozying up was the order of the day. The dogs like my pea soup too.
Janet called and offered an extra ticket to the Clint Black Concert but I gave it a pass to lie abed. As I was regretting that a big fast moving thunderstorm passed through and made me feel better about being home and warm. The water is leaving the pedal extremities. I made the mistake of showing them to Don Hall and he almost convinced me I was terminal-but I have been dealing with this for years. Besides we are all terminal-some sooner some later.
Hollis, Guy and Janet's son, was probably born 100 years too late. He is a great young man. He has a friendship with Jake Korell-a man (character) cut of mountain man cloth. Jake at age 93 runs a 90 mile trapline. Hollis knows because he has run it for Jake. Hollis has a trapline over by Lysite. They get together and build lures and snares, and visit. Jake was nursing a sore hand Friday and Hollis asked him about it. It seems Jake was coming out of the grocery store in Lander and a carload of drunken Indians tried to beg some money. He unloaded: "I'm 93 years old and I work for my money. I've never asked anybody for a dime. I don't owe you anything. etc." This prompted one of them to say "Let's jump him." He no sooner got his feet out of the car and on the ground when Jake hauled back and knocked him out. A grocery clerk had noticed the deal coming down and called the cops but the other Indians had jumped out, stuffed their buddy in the car, and peeled out before the police arrived. They asked Jake what happened. "Oh, they wanted some money so we had a little discussion."
Lest you think this sounds too prejudiced, Guy and Hollis are of Native American descent. Indian is one thing, drunken Indian is another. Moral of the story, don't mess with Wyoming senior citizens, especially Jake Korell.
Jake Korell:
More about Jake, Mountain Men and our 1838 Rendezvous Celebration here:
http://greyhavenarms.com/default.aspx
Janet called and offered an extra ticket to the Clint Black Concert but I gave it a pass to lie abed. As I was regretting that a big fast moving thunderstorm passed through and made me feel better about being home and warm. The water is leaving the pedal extremities. I made the mistake of showing them to Don Hall and he almost convinced me I was terminal-but I have been dealing with this for years. Besides we are all terminal-some sooner some later.
Hollis, Guy and Janet's son, was probably born 100 years too late. He is a great young man. He has a friendship with Jake Korell-a man (character) cut of mountain man cloth. Jake at age 93 runs a 90 mile trapline. Hollis knows because he has run it for Jake. Hollis has a trapline over by Lysite. They get together and build lures and snares, and visit. Jake was nursing a sore hand Friday and Hollis asked him about it. It seems Jake was coming out of the grocery store in Lander and a carload of drunken Indians tried to beg some money. He unloaded: "I'm 93 years old and I work for my money. I've never asked anybody for a dime. I don't owe you anything. etc." This prompted one of them to say "Let's jump him." He no sooner got his feet out of the car and on the ground when Jake hauled back and knocked him out. A grocery clerk had noticed the deal coming down and called the cops but the other Indians had jumped out, stuffed their buddy in the car, and peeled out before the police arrived. They asked Jake what happened. "Oh, they wanted some money so we had a little discussion."
Lest you think this sounds too prejudiced, Guy and Hollis are of Native American descent. Indian is one thing, drunken Indian is another. Moral of the story, don't mess with Wyoming senior citizens, especially Jake Korell.
Jake Korell:
More about Jake, Mountain Men and our 1838 Rendezvous Celebration here:
http://greyhavenarms.com/default.aspx
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