Letters from the Front: Saturday, Sunday

THE INFAMOUS "STUFFED ANIMALS IN THE TRUNK"

Well, after a few near death/driving related experiences, we are home safe, alive, but exhausted, from Marcy's Little People District 9 convention. Who knew Iowa would make Marcy forget to honor Stop signs and red arrows?? Or make her go temporarily deaf at the very moment I start yelling "STOP STOP STOP." MARCY: "I didn't even see that Stop sign!" ME: "Which one? The one on the left, or the one on the right? There are only two at this intersection."

DO THESE GLASSES MAKE MY BUTT LOOK BIG?

Clear Lake, Iowa is famous for one thing: The Day the Music Died, February 3, 1959. Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valenz, and The Big Bopper were on their way to Moorhead, Minnesota (across the flooding river from Fargo) when their plane went down in a corn field. We drove out the sight, but you have to walk a half mile in the field to reach the marker. It was nice that people had left poems and devotions from the era. What sucked was the random trash people left, also.



I had a good time at the convention, and maybe Marcy will bring me back to more. (Probably not after reading this blog) I met a lot of nice people. No one was selling mini-collapsible stools at this one, so that leaves us with 2 options for my Ford Escape: I'll either have to look into installing running boards for her, or I'll get one of those fire escape rope ladders for her to climb up into my car. Or I could keep pulling her up into it. It really wears me out, but what are friends for? (she's so gonna kill me...)

"HEY, MARCY! GO SEE IF THAT FENCE IS ELECTRIC"


ANTHONY (I NEVER ASKED ABOUT THE VOO DOO)

We went to the Harley store, and there was this trashy looking bum who could've used a shower like, 3 weeks ago, sitting on his bike in the parking lot. He saw Marcy's North Dakota plates and informed us that there are so many Norwegians in ND, they are thinking of changing the name to "Norske Dakota". Hahahahahhhh....yeah.