Wrong thread, Jim! We're still doing the bunny hunt here!
*Ahem!*
So, Shawn and I go to get a license. We went to Dick's, where we were served with all the enthusiasm that 175 pounds of ignorance behind the counter could muster. He even informed us that the season was over.
I guess we are all poachers. :(
Fifty-five bucks later I had the necessary papers and we left. WHAT? NO SHOPPING? Maybe the Dick's in NY would have regionally distinctive wares! treasures undreamt of outside Albany!
Prolly not. We got lunch. We checked me into the motel. Shawn was nonstop talking, which made it hard for me to keep track of where we were travelling, so I gave up and listened. We went to his dad's house and I met Honey, the Golden Retreiver. I heard the histories of all his neighbors and hunting buddies as Shawn drove me to Five Rivers Wildlife Refuge. I met a dozen deer.
He took me on a short tour of Albany, which was full of neat old architecture. I took pics out the window, and noted where to go should I wish to visit the museum in the morning. Shawn stopped on the highway ramp! Around here you would be killed for such affrontery, but there was no traffic here...I rushed anyway, I couldn't imagine that there could be no traffic. So, what was this, anyway?
This is the State Education Building.
See?
I loved the light we were getting, golden-rose, just like a Jimi Hendrix song. The State Armory was glowing in ruddy red glory.
I revel in the little stuff that makes this more than just a building.
We left town, going through his favorite red-light districts. There was a traffic light with five cars lined up in front of him. Shawn was cursing like a NY cabbie on his own time, complaining about "traffic jams".
:rolleyes:
The boy has no clue.
We did the Wal-Mart, I went with Shawn to his home and met his wife Cindy, and his dad, whom I prefer to call Mr. Leonard, out of respect. I got to meet his dogs, too, Max, May and Ben. I found Cindy to be down to earth and practical, dealing with whatever came up in much the way I wish I would. She has far more discipline than I. So, I had met Shawn, Cindy, Mr. Leonard and four dogs, and got a quick glimpse of the prizes folks had donated..
My two functioning brain cells maxed out on information, I knew that I would not be able to remember another name, place, event or thing.The two cells never speak to one another anyway. I drove back to the motel to pick my nose and digest this new information. It had been a long, full day since I awoke at 4:00 in my own apartment.
Killdeer
Topic: The Joan Leonard Memorial Bunny Hunt 2008 (FINAL THANKYOU!!) (Read 48937 times)
