Back And At 'Em From Dublin, Ohio

Just when everybody thought I'd gone away, like a burr under a donkey's saddle, I show up. Was that a good analogy? I didn't think so. Let's try again. Like a booger on the end of a five year olds finger. There, that's better.

Anyway, there's a reason for my long hiatus. It has to do with temporary Alzheimer's. On June 4 my buddy and I left the Minnesota lake cabin for a stopover in Wisconsin for golf with another friend.

Prior to our visit we spent the night at a motel in Eau Claire, Wisconsin, which, in itself is a doozy of a story. Each time we checked into a motel the desk manager would ask, "Are you together"? Then I'd say, "We're together but we're not together----if you get my drift"? I do suppose I shouldn't have been so upfront. Leaving them wonder might have gotten us a discount.

Anyway, on the morning after I said, "Jeff, can you take our stuff to the car and I'll make certain we aren't leaving anything behind". I scoured the room, then two days later realized the power cord to my computer had taken up residence in room 202 of our Super 8.

Hence, my life has been devoid of writing for almost a week. It's not much fun composing on paper. I so enjoy doing it on the fly and that's why I've been on a self-imposed vacation.

I did, however, set an all-time personal record in Minnesota. My buddy loves going to the local casino. I'd rather have a skunk practice it's spray technique on me than sit in a place that's been shut down for cheating four times. But I went.

My pal loves to play blackjack. He did it six nights in a row for two hours each time while I pumped Lincoln's in the penny slots dying a slow death. Being bored I tend to strike up conversations as I did with the slightly chunky but very cute thirtyish blond next to me. She was from Red Lake, Minnesota, worked in a bar and loved to fish for walleye. She told me she caught hundreds right off her dock. And then she said the magic words, "C'mon up some time and my husband or I will take you fishing"? "That'd be great", said I, "Is he here"? Well, my new pal then told me her husband was named, Jane. And I did have to opportunity to meet her. The woman, Ellen, asked me how I felt about the situation. "Not a problem for me", I said, "I'm better looking than your husband".

Five minutes later I'm at the blackjack table minding my own business when a woman sat next to me. Maybe it's the aura I give off or the fact that I'm a sensitive person or that some people perceive me as transgendered. After all, I hadn't had a haircut in over three weeks. Regardless, this woman, Jackie, from Nisswa, seemed to take a shine to me. She wondered if I came this way often. Did I mention I thought she'd been drinking? She handed me her business card which read 'Jackie and Ann' something or other. I asked her about the 'other'. She mentioned that the 'other' was her husband. I like to be on the up and up so I asked if her 'other' would be jealous about a hook-up. "Not really", said Jackie, "We flip flop all the time".

Meeting two lesbo's, back to back. What are the chances?

And that's the way it goes in Minnesota. I always thought it was 'The land of ten thousand lakes'. Now it's referred to as 'The Land of ten thousand lesbians'.