May 29, 2014. A Walk at Sunset.

 

May 29, 2014.  A Walk at Sunset.  Many of you have been kind enough to leave comments about the pictures and words you've found here.  Thank you.  The greatest disappointment for a writer is to write and hear nothing.  He doesn't know if anyone reads what he writes or if they read it and just have nothing nice to say about it.  If I have just described you, you have my permission to lie to me.  I don't care.  I'd rather be lied to than hear nothing at all. 

The number of readers of this page is finite.  That is the way I want it.  Only family and a few trusted friends know what nonsense goes on here.  If more people followed the quiet contemplations here, I would have to be more guarded, lest the men in the white jackets come for me with an oversized butterfly net.  So, if you are here, know that you are a member of a select group.  I'll bet you feel pretty important now, don't you. 

We took a walk along the trail by Green Bay tonight.  The pictures above depict what one might see doing what we did.  See, you saved the cost of the trip and get to enjoy the sights.  If I didn't establish my moron-ism yesterday with my story about Ace, maybe the fact that I drove 700 miles to see what you can see sitting at home will drive home the point.  Who said that?  I heard one of you say that no further demonstration is necessary.  It sounded like Annie Farkley.  She gets mean when a two-liter bottle of Pepsi falls on her toe. 

Tomorrow?  What will we do tomorrow?  We don't know.  That is one of the really nice things about a trip with the Farkelys.  There is no plan and no expectations.  Whatever we do, you will be the first to know.  And, it will cost you nothing.  Of course, that is probably what it is worth.