I was hanging out on the moomindeck this afternoon when I heard/saw a vee-hickle drive in to the moomincabin parking area. Hmmm. It’s a white car but it’s too small to be the the SUV of porterization. Also a bit too squeaky. (Not to mention that it isn’t 11:00 PM🐽) So, yes, it is Radical Betty’s last Honda Accord, which my cousin Grinch (Betty’s son) drives when his big white construction van has issues. It does have issues at the moment and to make a long story short, he likes to fix his own vee-hickles.

He is an extremely intelligent person not to mention handy as all getout and if I get it right is known as the best dry-waller in Chippewa County. You might guess that by the condition of his clothing. He arrived here after a day of work, knowing that after a hot day working inland, the moomindeck might be picking up some good breezes. (He lives two doors down.)

I am blessed with the best set(s) of cousins (of all degrees). I love them all. This guy has always been extra close to me. My first truly sentient memory of him was when I was three and he was six. (I have told this story a few times before.) We were in our granddaddy’s car (a Studebaker) with both of our dads and we were out buying smoked fish somewhere up on the res. My dad always hated fish but Grinch’s dad (Uncle Duke) loved it.

Both Grinch and I loved smoked fish and after the fish was purchased, we “fought” in the back seat of Granddaddy’s Studebaker over who got to hold the fish on the way home.

The Mean Old Grunchie Old Grinchie is just about the sweetest guy on earth. I have loved him forever and will keep on doing so.

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