Your Mom and I attended sister-in-law Jane’s viewing at Sheboygan’s Ballhorn funeral home last night. We got to spend significant time with brother Jerry’s family. Nice. Sad.
For some reason, every time your Mom and I get into the Sheboygan area, our car takes control of our life. Twice this week our car took us to Chester’s “drive-in” in Plymouth. There was nothing we could do. We had to go where the car took us. Curses.
One of the trips to Chester’s caught us by surprise. We parked, ordered our food and then noticed a red truck parked about 20 feet away. I knew that truck. It was a Chevrolet. It was bright red. It had extra gas tanks mounted in the back bed. Hey, I know the driver. It was Grasshopper No.3. Really? We visit Chester’s once or twice a year and there sits No.3. The story goes he was heading to Sheboygan Falls to quote a construction project and his truck took him to Chester’s. I’m not sure how many times No.3 gets to frequent Chester’s but he won’t be able to bullsh– me any more about how hard he is working.
We upgraded our “glorified” Toyota with a similar model. It has a backup camera which is really nice. Unexpectedly, I found a remote control “key bob” in the new car. I thought the salesman had lost it. It turns out the “key bob” belongs to the car. The previous owner had a “remote start” feature installed in the car. This winter we will be able to start the engine from inside a building and the car will be warm by the time we get to it. Now I have to figure out how to use the damn thing.
Lots of things to do this weekend. Summerfest in Milwaukee. Lifefest in Oshkosh. Milwaukee Brewers playing in Milwaukee and giving away free Bob Uecker alarm clocks. I can’t think of anything better than Uecker ringing my bell every morning.
Stay cool.
Love
Dad