I know that Beagles disapproves of Mr Trump, but the phrases fellow traveler and useful idiot, and that thing about walking like a duck all come to mind. His susceptibility to caravan hysteria is well documented in the annals of The Institute. I kept bringing it up because, well, Beagles thought it would become an invasion and his armed boy scouts would have to fire on the horde to protect the unbussed tables of Cheboygan, and when that never happened I guess I supposed that Beagles would sheepishly admit to having been taken in by tomfoolery, but that never happened and likely it never will, so I'm happy enough to let the issue lie for the nonce.
Sad to think that after that long voyage the pee green Ford was left to be scavenged for parts, well I guess old cars cannot be put out to stud. I believe Beagles never did finish off that case of Dinty Moore beef stew, and maybe my memory is faulty, but I believe he swore off the stuff for life. Ever since hearing that story I have been thinking about picking up a can myself. It had a special place in my heart during my days of eating out of cans. (Put the can in a pot of water and boil the water until warm enough and then eat out of the can. No muss no fuss, and nothing to wash because you will have licked that spoon clean). Spaghetti- O's and Da Chef's ravioli were fine for everyday fare, but when you wanted to feast like a king, nothing fit the bill like a big old can of Dinty Moore.
How prized were those big chunks o' beef in my youth, but now I seem to recall that they could be a bit gristly. I'm willing to set up a Dinty Moore challenge, but if neither dawg wants to go along I guess I won't feel too bad.
I'm disappointed to not get a yarn out of Old Dog on the subject of iconic trips. And scourge that he is he wants to know what exactly I mean by that. Rite of passage is acceptable if interpreted loosely. I think it is something that you still remember in your golden years and maybe are a little amazed at yourself for having done it. Maybe it marked a turning point in your life that was taken or not taken.
I don't think motoring up to Sheboygan (the lesser Cheboygan. Perhaps there is a story, do they come from the same root? Why did one get the C and the other the S, did one defer to the other? The C seems a little more Frenchy. Wiki sez Sheboygan was incorporated in 1846 and Cheboygan in 1871) to get a brat counts as an iconic trip. Maybe if you met a girl in a dirndl and married her but shortly after the honeymoon you got a taste for a Chicago hot dog and told her you were going out for a pack of cigs one rainy night and never came back, that would be close to being, well some kind of story.
We're old, we are allowed to fabricate a few details because how can people look it up, and why would they care. And if we are not going to make stuff up now then when?
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