Directions

This morning (Monday, March 24, 2008) Linda is working at the West Bloomfield post-office — all day.
So I decided to take our dog Killian for a walk before going to the vaunted Canandaigua YMCA.
I set out about 8:45 a.m.; up to the vaunted Michael Prouty Park and back.
Killian always has a wonderful time, sniffing and snorting and digging all over. We thoroughly checked out a metal drain-grate. Critters were probably living inside. (“I’ll get ‘em!”)
A giant Ford diesel dually pulled into the park as we walked out.
Uh-ohhhhh...... The poor guy is probably lost, and wants to ask me directions. He’s rolling down his passenger window.
Here we go: try to speak normally and not jam up.
“Any idea where a wood-processor is?” he asks.
“No, I don’t know of any wood-processors.” (What’s a wood processor? Do they cut wood? Chop it? Burn it?)
“Is there a town of West Bloomfield?”
“Up at the traffic-light,” I say.
Mr. Git-R-Dun macho man; cowboy hat and Marlboros.
Heavy terbacky smoke pouring outta the rolled-down window.
The dually goes down to the parking lot and turns around — big enough to need a tugboat.
“Rattle-uh; rattle-uh; rattle-uh; rattle-uh.” He accelerates up the street.
Congratulations. Ya pulled it off without muck-up. Passed as normal.

“Linda” is my wife of 40+ years. She works part-time at the West Bloomfield post-office. We live in West Bloomfield, NY.

“Killian” is our dog; a rescue Irish-Setter. We’ve had him about five years.

“Michael Prouty Park” is a small town park in West Bloomfield.

I had a stroke October 26, 1993. It slightly compromised my speech.