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"How does one capture the elusive wild squirrel? It is not so difficult - one must simply climb into the lower boughs of an oak tree and act the part of a nut." - Socrates, third grade, Athens Elementary Buddy Love passed away this morning. We found him in his bed next to the Rice-A-Roni. He, or she, was a 4-day-old gray squirrel, according to our Internet research. My turmeric and Tobasco-laced pickles were the same age and ready to eat, according to my recipe. My kids found the poor little guy abandoned in the driveway while I was busy making pickles.
For some reason, this time of year makes me think of caramel apples and popcorn balls — you know, those homespun treats invented by early dentists? To tell the truth, I’m not fond of either of these so-called “convections” from my past. I prefer rotting my teeth a little more systematically with Dots, Gummy Worms and Everlasting Gobstoppers.
What’s that rumble? This is the weekend it really gets noisy around here. When the big drag race comes to town and tens of thousands of happy people descend upon the lakes area, one can almost feel the hum of traffic, coming from all directions. The buzz the Lucas Oil NHRA Nationals create — from radio, TV, print and the arrival of 50,000-some extra folks — is electric. It is difficult for anyone to get married this weekend, at least in these parts, because lodging accommodations are few and far between. And don’t forget about the rumble.