So, I’m sitting home with the old dog while Trekkin’ and zuma! are out on a toot for a few days. The phone rings yesterday and it’s my brother. He and my sister-in-law are up on the Iron Range with their grandson, who’s about 8 or 9, and they’re geocaching. Frank had all kinds of questions for me, and my answers were at first being relayed second hand by my brother, until he decided to put things on speaker phone to simplify matters. I said…”Oh, then I better not use that sh** word I just used about power trails.” Frank hears that and says….”The s-word? I’ve already heard that about 15 times from Mumi and Opa today!”
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