Aftertaste

Meet Donald J. Wolfe. He’s 55, from Brookville, PA. and enjoys driving drunk, animals & sorcery. I’m gonna guess he’s single, but do know he was arrested this week, just north of Punxutawney, after a State Trooper watched him attempt to enliven a roadkill with mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

Several people saw Mr. Wolfe stop his car, on Route 36, after catching sight of the crushed creature. Onlookers report that the opossum was squashed and had obviously met its demise days before he discovered it. But Mr. Wolfe got out, knelt down on the road and proceeded to perform a service of sorts while making “séance motions with his arms”. When his hocus-pocus did not provide to revive, he tried more traditional tactics and placed his mouth “on or about the location of” the mouth of the breathless beast. It sounds like this is about the point the cops stepped in and stopped the show. The possum, also from PA, declined to file charges, because it was a dead possum, but police arrested DJ for public drunkenness...and being creepy & disgusting.

I was talking to someone just  last week about all the possum roadkills I’ve seen here this Spring. Not once did I feel an urge to lick one though. Opossum carry diseases such as leptospirosis, tuberculosis, relapsing fever, tularemia, spotted fever, toxoplasmosis, coccidiosis, trichomoniasis and Chagas disease. They may be infested with fleas, ticks, mites & lice and are also often hosts for cat & dog fleas; especially in urban environments.

If you do have a taste for marsupial, I won't judge. Just please do it the right way and follow B.R. Peterson’s recipe, from the Original Roadkill Cookbook, for Pavement Possum and "bake until crusty."

Bumper sticker on back of a silver Hyundai driving down S. Robert St. Friday afternoon:

I LOVE MY KIDS 

WHETHER OR NOT 

THEIR HONOR STUDENTS
  

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Buoyant

I realized something last night. Along with my new Twitter addiction, things also slowed down around here after I got my boat in October. Yeah, A 1987 Fisher SV-3. A real fishing boat. I'm so psyched about this. It was one of those too-good-to-be-true deals on Craigslist, but the Mrs. said I should call the guy. I did and the boat was home with us a few days later. I guess I’ve been spending all my on-line time learning as much as I can about boating. If it’s not YouTube videos about backing a trailer down a launch ramp, its bass boat message boards discussing missing drain plugs and live well rebuilding. I’m a regular reader of boat sites learning the fundamentals like which side is port, what is a gunwale and how not to kill your passengers. I’m also constantly emailing my friend Todd with questions that are so basic I’m embarrassed to ask strangers. Like, "I just read about the Circle Of Death and I'm scared! What do I need to know?" It all consumes the limited time I have for extracurricular activities.

I took her out only once before I had to winterize the engine and put it in storage. It’s a lot different that the Outcast kick boat I’ve been using since moving to MN, but the old Johnson she came with seemed to run great and I didn’t find any leaks. The throttle and steering are hooked up fine, but the rest of the electrical on the boat, and the trailer, will need to be re-wired. (Which reminds me: Merlin, I need to ask you something… ) I even read the Seloc manual for my motor. That was interesting. I didn’t even know what a carburetor did before. Now I’ve thoroughly examined exploded schematics for every single part of the engine and located most of them on the Johnson as well. I’m no gearhead, but I am a pretty passionate bass angler, so learning as much as I can in the off-season is important to me. And with 3 tots, a wife, a house, a job and a need for sleep, the blog has been quiet. Not forgotten, just quiet.