Kudos to my home town curling team, winning the gold at the Olympics.
If only my brothers had been alive to witness this.
Yes, one of those brothers was quite the character, stealing the 7 foot stuffed black bear out of the Black Bear Hotel.
It was a fixture at my Grandmother’s cabin for years.
And finally, years later, returned to the Hotel.
My question is: How in the hell did he manage to walk out of that hotel with a stuffed 7 ft tall bear?
My grandmother’s cabin was a real doozy, and the 3 youngest kids had to go there every summer.
The lake was great.
However, none of us really enjoyed the stay.
Gram was old and crazy.
Oh well, we survived, more or less.
At least I did.
Tom, my brother, had a massive heart attack at age 39, leaving behind his wife and 2 children.
Jimmy, my youngest brother is missing.
I think he is in Canada, but he obviously does not want anything to do with me.
He always thought I was a nut case.
So here I am, living the life of a lunatic in Pennsylvania.
Come to think of it, I should do something wild this weekend… like finding a 7 ft stuffed bear, throwing it into the car and staging it in the front yard.
You know what they say: History repeats itself.
Born into lunacy, always a lunatic.
But then, it just might be a lunatic you’re looking for…