I wanted my friends and family back home to really know I had made it to the U.S.A. Rosie decided to take me to the Litchfield – Ripley Cemetery. There were many flags; two long rows of gently flickering red, white and blue, star spangled banners, proof I was in America. I posted the photo ( you see here) on Facebook later that day. The first thing somebody wrote back was, ah, don’t you just love Photoshop.
I have always been interested in Native Americans. I don’t like the name, Indians. I feel it is derogatory and certainly doesn’t honor these people for who they are. Rosie decided to take me to the Forest City Stockade. The weather was fantastic. We pulled up and stepped out into a beautiful, sunny day. That place is amazing, a real journey into history. If you have never been there, trust me, you should.
And what about that big ball of twine? Isn’t that something. The biggest ball of twine in the world and I saw it. What was the guy thinking? Okay, he made it into the Guinness Book of World Records but again…what was he thinking? I got to see the world’s biggest boot as well when I was in Red Wing.
And the food servings, now we are really talking big. Rosie took me to Buffalo Wild Wings. We seated ourselves and waited to be served. The waitress soon came over with a smile that was as large if not larger than the menu itself. I wanted strong and spicy. I ordered a beer and pretended to understand the baseball game that was on. In time the food arrived and I tucked in. The waitress soon came back, asking if the food was spicy enough. I told her it was really nice, but perhaps it could have been a little spicier.
What’s the spiciest dish you have? I asked curiously.
She turned and soon returned with a little pot of the hottest and spiciest sauce they had and asked me if I would like to try some.
Sure…why not! Not one of my smartest moves, I might add.
The first taste was fine, as was the second and third. She just looked at me and stared as I licked the pot clean. Do you know what delayed reactions are? You know when you think you are okay, but still there’s that little voice in your head saying, you are seriously going to pay for this. And you ignore that voice; pretend you have everything under control.
I was getting warmer by the second, even my beer was hot by the time it entered my mouth and all of a sudden, I could hear that little voice saying, “See, what did I tell you?”
Rosie and I left Buffalo Wild Wings and carried on with our day, but I have to tell you, if you ever hear a little voice telling you, you are going to regret doing something…listen, please…just listen.
Until the next continuation …