We're back in CT, after an all-too-short vacation to Missouri.
Thankfully, there were no bat incursions in our absence, so "The Boys" had to be a little bored during the 9 days we were away. You know, they are a couple of smart kids, since they had already figured out we were going somewhere.

And no, we didn't let them stow away, even though they tried this trick seven or eight times.
I did a lot of grass-cutting. I also spent some time cutting off limbs from low trees that I've had head-on collisions with. Basically, Lee's Rule of Tree-Trimming goes like this: "If a limb almost knocks you off your mower seat ... cut that danged thing off, so it don't happen again!"
As mentioned before, the St. Paul Picnic was a good time, although I came up short and only won a set of towels - no quilt. One nice touch this year was an honor guard presenting the colors in a tribute to our veterans. In the picture below, you can see Joe standing in the rear, at the far right, in front of the bandstand.

Janice and I also had a good time playing "catch" with a hot-air balloon. The passengers probably weren't too pleased after being tossed around like this. Their stomachs may have felt like Brad's after his "Indian Turnip" escapade.
Notes to Brad: (1) Never trust anything that is named after Lawrenceville High School's mascot. (2) If
ANY kids ever try to get you to eat something you're not familiar with, reject it ... you know it's not going to be good for you.
Here are some pictures from Janice's brother Joe's place up in Clarksville. He's put up a building, where he is in the process of converting half of it to a deer hunting cabin, the other half into a shop and machine shed. The bad news for deer-hunters is ... this is where he intends to wear his camouflage bathrobe.

The good news for deerhunters is ... he has 28 tags reserved this hunting season. The best news for deerhunters is ... the deer here are
really stupid. We saw 13 of them, and they all acted like they were ... "ahem" ... "
slow" (I would have said "retarded", but that would have been politically incorrect). We were in Joey's Avalanche, and it's not a quiet vehicle. But as you can see from these two, they didn't seem to mind seeing a pickup filled with humans. In fact, the one in the bottom picture didn't even bother to turn around. I'm thinking these deer are so ... "
dumb" ... I could walk up to one and kill it with Joey's 1935 German Police Luger. Deer sausage in November, anyone?


We rounded out the week with an overnighter at the Chase Park Plaza and dinner at the Tenderloin Room. Joe even shook a leg out on the dance floor when the pianist Barbara played "I Can't Get Started" (Joe and Joyce's "song").

Later that night (and into the next morning) after the folks had gone to bed, who walked into the piano bar at the Tenderloin Room but Larry Walker, outfielder for the St. Louis Cardinals, who had hit a homer to beat the New York Mets earlier that night. We became good friends almost instantly (see below).
Then, lo and behold, the owner of the New York Mets came down from the upper dining room of the Tenderloin Room. He and I performed a duet of "New York, New York" (see bottom picture, below). I don't think he thought it very funny when I changed the words to "Start spreading the news ... the Mets always lose." He was a good sport and laughed, anyway. I did tell him I lived in CT, and probably would now never find work in NYC if I wanted it ... he said "Hey, I've heard worse!" I replied, "I'm sure you have." LOL

I'm not even sure he realized I'd picked his pocket,
and had his AMEX Platinum in my left hand. (just kidding) And no, Eric, his smile wasn't because I was administering a sphygmoidoscopy. LOL
I admit to a bit of "New England" behavior, but like any good Brookhart, I cut right to the chase (pardon the pun, based on location) ... in an "off" moment, while the Mets owner was talking to Larry Walker, I asked the Mets owner's ... "chick" (who was around 30-35 or so) "So ... I take it you all are married, yes? He seems like a pretty nice catch." She replied, "Oh no, we're not married ... not at all." To which I replied, "So then, I guess that would mean you're just in it for the 'perks', yes?" To which she replied, not-so-stunned and with a good-natured (sort of "oops, you called me on that") laugh, "Yep ... it's a pretty good life!"
Yep ... I'm sure it is. LOL
And finally, The Brookhart Blog "Weather Report" ... Janice and I are in Dayton next week, to attend the 20th reunion of the WWII 67th Naval Construction Battalion (SeaBees). Another "Category 5" blog posting is expected, since one of our day tours is of the US Air Force Museum at Wright-Patterson AFB.