Though my trip is not far down the road, I am taken to a different time

where I am being cowed by road-hogs.

Double take.

The one with the most hat always figures it out first.

Dressed up, and down the road we stroll.

Straight ahead, one furrow at a time.

Look around fellows, I am not your worst problem.

And out of the wagon grew a big silo! And the horses pulled and pulled but they could not pull the silo.

A hayride in the literal sense of the word.

Stuffing their igloo lunch box between them, they thought about ice-cream, Jell-O, and how weird everyone was.

When I started taking their picture, they remembered who they were . . . and turned away.

MN