According to the dictionary, a “vagabond” is a person who wanders from place to place without visible means of support. Genie and I wander from place to place without working for our automatic five times a month deposit into our bank account. I guess that makes us full fledged vagabonds.
Our most recent wandering was to Lee Summit, Mo. to visit Marv and Leona Wagner. Many moons ago, they lived in Rochester, Minn.
And so did Genie and I. Their children, Terri, Craig and Brett, attended Harriet Bishop Elementary School in Country Club Manor along with our children, Deb and Dan. We were all members of Our Savior’s Lutheran Church in Rochester.
We went out for pizza, toured their town of about 150,000 people, and did a lot of reminiscing. Marv and Leona have their birthdays within a few days of each other around the first of November. This year they were each a perfect ten for the seventh time (10 x 7).
Some of the interesting things we observed on the drive over I-35 (about 365 miles each way) were:
Red Tail Hawks faked out mice by pretending to watch traffic drive by.
Some deer slept with their feet up in the air. Also, some of the deer resting in the ditch must have stomach problems, as their tummies were quite swollen. Some of those with big tummies had bad B.O.
Starting about 50 miles south of Des Moines, Ia., the farmers have corn stalks but no, or very few, ears of corn on the stalk. Also the soybean fields are of the miniature size, both in height of the plant and size of the bean.
The people in Holt, Mo., didn’t have any idea what the show “Peace and Power” is on Sunday morning TV. In fact, they didn’t have a clue as to who that Lutheran Pastor Holt is, or that he looks like six-foot ten.
The mile markers on I-35 in Missouri are every two-tenths of a mile. Why? I have no idea.
By the time you read this, Genie and I will be off on another vagabond adventure called “Deer Hunting.” I have been known to come down with a fever in this type of adventure (Buck Fever, that is).
Speaking of hunting, how do you catch a unique rabbit? Unique up on it. How do you catch a tame rabbit? Tame way, unique up on it.
Did you know that Virginia Plantage of Albert Lea is a faithful reader of this column? Virginia and hubby Ed are fellow hospital auxilians and also deer hunters.
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Bob is a retired AAL (Aid Association for Lutherans) agent, currently working on his master’s degree in Volunteering. His wife, Genie, is a retired RN, currently working on her doctor’s degree in Volunteering. They have two children, Deb in North Carolina, and Dan in Vermont. Bob says if you enjoy his column, let him know. If you don’t enjoy it, keep on reading, it can get worse. Words of wisdom: There is always room for God.