Anyway, we wandered in the woods and connected the dots between neighborhoods in a dream akin to Magellan in a futile attempt to circumnavigate Union County. Fortunately I don’t speak Portuguese or Tagalog and didn’t get speared while we discovered the beauty of neighborhood ponds in the dark.
Good thing we rekindled the inner flame between a teenage kid rallying on his dirt bike behind his house and a bunch of 1/2 centurion geezers hammering in the woods and telling fart jokes while expressing the joys of being a granapa.
Pull my finger!
See ya next week!