I gave you the first two days last week; now on to the rest of the adventure.
I probably should have mentioned this in the last post, to remain true to my chronologically ordered intentions, but on the way down from the airport, my buddy the VP called up his 87-year old dad and told him we’d be there to pick him up to go to the tavern in about 15 minutes.
His dad answered, in his distinctive Kentucky accent, “Why that’d be fine as frog hair.”
I love those old country sayings, especially the ones I’ve never heard before.
I probably spent half the week working on the leftover pulled pork and corn on the cob from Sunday’s feast. Luckily I still had enough room for grilled brats. (I’m sorry I don’t have any pics… but if you’ve seen one sausage, you’ve seen ’em all.)
Afterwards, we went to the tavern and met up with my fearless friend, Sherry, she of the 52 at 52 Series.
Important note: Sherry’s book, based on her experience of stepping out of her comfort zone once a week throughout her 52nd year, will be published in 2017. I can’t wait to read it!
The big event of the day was going to see the World Famous Toledo Mudhens.
Barbecued chicken was the order of the day. The VP did up three chickens, from the rubdown…
…through crispy completion.
After eating, we hit the tavern again, and when they threw us out of there, (due to an 11:00 closing, not because of our behavior), we headed on over to the smaller bar down the street. The CFO’s daughter was working late and wanted to meet us there afterwards. She needed some help from the “Council of Elders,” so we made this one a late night. I hadn’t been out ‘til 2:00 AM in ages. No skin off my ass, though… I could sleep in.
This was the day we decided to go fishing on the Maumee River. The VP found a little fishing dock and we cast our lines around 9:00 AM.
Morning on the Maumee River
We probably should have come later because we didn’t catch anything for the first three hours but sunburn. Eventually, the sun moved so we caught a bit of shade for the rest of the day, as long as we stayed about 5 feet back from the railing.
Later on, we started seeing some action. The VP pulled in a sheephead, and then I caught a couple, as well.
I had an even smaller one earlier.
Highlight of the day was pulling in this channel catfish.
Next thing you know, I was catching my own bait.
I don’t even know how I caught this thing… must have just swam into the hook.
I tried reusing it as bait, but that was it for the day’s biting.
It wasn’t like we were trying to keep any to eat; we had plenty to fill our bellies that evening when we went to my old college haunt, Myles Pizza, for the biggest pie you’ll ever lay eyes on.
God, I love this pizza!
We had a big group, with me, the VP, the CFO, his 3 kids, and his oldest daughter’s 3 kids plus fiancé. And we still had leftovers!
The CFO’s youngest daughter and beneficiary of the wisdom passed down by the Council of Elders.
The CFO’s son and I square off for our annual “Who’s Tallest Now?” contest.
As you can see, I have him by about a frog hair. Of course, there are ¾ inch cushions in my sneakers, plus a Dr. Scholl’s gel insert, while the boy was wearing what looked like dock shoes, so I was totally cheating. Age and treachery, baby! He’s just going into his junior year of high school this fall so I expect he’ll have passed me by my next visit, whether I’m gellin’ or not.
When we got home, there was no room for beer, but we’d planned ahead. We had some incredible Woodford Reserve whiskey instead of beer and killed the night watching a Naked Gun marathon. Life is good.
The CFO and I went out to watch the new Jason Bourne movie that afternoon. If you like the other Bourne movies, you’ll like this one. It’s good stuff.
For a culinary finale, the VP barbecued up some awesome pork ribs and baked potatoes, which we attacked with our customary enthusiasm.
I’m pretty sure I should stick to salads this week, after last week’s Meat-O-Rama.
After the rib feast, we went back to the tavern once more, but this time entailed a reunion. That morning I’d heard from my old buddy Bruce, whose co-worker we convinced that we were brothers, just so I could get a discount at the toy store where they worked, and then kept up the ruse for more than a year. He and his sister were in town from the west coast and it was my last night in town, so we had no choice but to meet up.
I hadn’t seen Bruce or his sister (another Sherry) since the early 80s so it was great to catch up. You can tell a friendship is real when no matter how long the layoff, whenever you get back together, it’s as if you were just hanging out the previous week.
It was a nice way to end the week. Old friends are the best.
L-R: The VP, The CFO, and me.
Thanks for putting up with me again this year, guys. And I can’t believe we made it through a presidential election year without talking about politics!