Down in the Landfill Dungeon (somewhere), there is a photo of me and my buddy Bill (a high school/facebook friend, not the GG). We were in the Sault Evening News for getting scholarships to go to the Interlochen All-State summer music camp. More about that some other time. The point is that my husband, who grew up in the Megalopolis suburb of Royal Joke and maybe have visited the yooperland once or twice before he ran into yer fav-o-rite blahgger, has been featured in this Sault Evening News article.
He is actually a bit embarrassed about this. He took a rather intense two-day wilderness first aid class at the Ann Arbor REI last fall. He learned a lot but does *not* feel like an expert at any of this stuff by any stretch of the imagination. His presentation was more along the lines of “this is what I learned in the class” than “I am a wilderness first aid expert and know *everything*”. I suspect he feels competent at some of the more mundane problems (like blisters, for example), not life-threatening situations.
So, blisters. He has moleskin in his trail medical kit but that didn’t do him any good tonight because who would think to bring a trail medical kit to downtown Planet Ann Arbor? We took our usual Friday walk down to the Oscar Tango for dinner and, alas, a blister was forming on his foot. As we began our walk home, he mentioned something about taking a taxi. Lo and behold there was a taxi just sitting around on Washington outside the Mongolian BBQ. Was she available for a fare? Yes, she was. And so we taxied home. Wouldn’t you know, our taxi driver canoe-camps all over Michigan (and knows about moleskin) and is enrolled at WCC with a mind to changing careers (been there, done that, albeit in the usual random KW fashion). Really, the GG and I would rather have walked but… And as she dropped us off, I couldn’t help but think about the times our next door neighbors the Drs. Burke would get schnockered in their back yard (on Burke’s Erection) and then take a taxi downtown (or wherever) to eat and (probably) drink more (and sometimes we would be “treated” to a midnight vision of Mr. Dr. Burke on his deck in his birthday suit, not a particularly pretty sight but certainly entertaining).