When you've had one of the best days of your life, where do you start
when you want to tell people about it? Let's start the night before...
Joy got home Friday night around 7pm, and she just pulled in the
driveway and honked for me. Off we went to do the final shopping for
the Fall Fling the next morning. We stopped here, and there, and over
there and even back to here a few times too. Slowly, and one by one we
were able to mark off all of the items on my shopping list of
"necessities" for the fling. We grabbed dinner for the home folks
(they're no longer "the kids") at one of the many drive thru's that
await to delight your taste buds and take your money, with the customary
rudeness that we all know and love. We made it back to the house about
10:30pm and woofed down some food and went about the "repacking" of the
fling goodies. After a couple of "discussions" between Joy and I about
how many vehicles we were taking, we decided to take two vehicles
because the "stuff" and we wouldn't fit in one vehicle! We called it
quits around 1am and set the alarms for 6am the next morning.
6:00am: I hate alarm clocks! They have to be the rudest way to be
awakened. We have two alarm clocks, Joy's is the nicer of the two
alarms. Her's starts out soft, and slowly escalates to air raid siren
level so at least you have a chance to bang the snooze button before it
bursts your eardrums. Mine however, is just a simple wailer, at the
designated time of your choosing, it just lets out a wail like a steam
whistle that will ruin the best of dreams and make you head for the
bathroom PDQ! Since we had decided to take two vehicles, I was going to
take The Mighty Mighty GeoVan and Joy was going to drive "Monty". I
headed for the back deck to retrieve my Charbroil grill that I had
planned to use to provide oral ecstasy for the "flingers". I had
cleaned
all the internals Friday and installed a new tank of propane and a
oversized drip catcher can so we could cook until the cows came home if
we so desired. When I opened the back door, Dumbdog was standing there
wagging his dumbtail. I wondered who had let him out on the deck and
had forgotten to let him back in (usually a good thing). As I looked
down at him, I notice that his chin whiskers seemed a little unusual,
sort of like he had been to the barber and they had used the mustache
wax on him and I thought to myself "How cute, I may actually like you
yet". Then I saw my drip can, all chewed into a solid wad of twisted
metal and I knew where he had obtained the mustache wax. OK, no
problem, a mess, but nothing me and a pressure washer couldn't solve,
and besides, it was my old can anyway. Then I tripped on the other
twisted and mangled wad of metal that had been my "new" drip can. I
quickly looked at my trusty and faithful Charbroil grill to confirm what
I suspected. Yep, no drip can, HEY, wait a minute... where's my
knobs, and my BBQ "tools", and the hose from the tank to the grill??? 1
Dumbdog + 1 unattended grill with fresh mustache wax = 0 usable grills
and a Dumbdog with some really cool looking facial hair. I hear the
klaxon horns go off in my head as I consider doing a "Toby Keith" on
Dumbdog and putting a boot in his butt because it's the American way!
No, relax, I am neither a dawg beater, nor wife popper, nor stomper of
children, but I thought about it real hard. Push the clutch in and
shift into plan "B".
I'm supposed to be loading my grill, but no, I am now loading Joy's
grill, the "Grill-To-Go" that we got for our romantic get away to
Tannehill last February. It's only been used once so it should be just
fine, I just won't be able to create the oral fantasies that I had
envisioned. I check it over to make sure that all the parts are still
packed away inside and then load it into the van. Then I load our
chairs, then I grab the coolers that my neighbor returned the day
before. He's only had them since his sister-in-law's baby party last
March. I pick up the first cooler and feel something slosh around
inside, uh-oh, then I notice the odor. I pop the lid and discover a
brand new ecosystem that man has yet to explore. It's all green and
purple
and brown on the inside with all kinds of weird little things moving
around in the sea of green slime in the bottom - YUCK! I check the
other coolers and sure enough, just a continuation of the same emerging
new ecosystem. I can't believe he returned them and never washed them
out or
anything. He even left food in them, well... I think it used to be a
food, now it's being used as a eColi Condo. Scratch 4 coolers, at least
I can't blame this one on Dumbdog. I think Wes, Tony and Wade are
bringing coolers, so we should still be ok.
I crank The Mighty Mighty GeoVan and then I think maybe I need to check
"Monty" to make sure all is well there and it hasn't been overtaken by a
freak attack of ants going after the food goodies we are bringing or
something along those lines since Joy is leaving about an hour after I
am. I check the oil, the tires, the lights and
stuff to make sure it's ready for the trip to the "flang". The Mighty
Mighty GeoVan is packed, warmed up and I'm backing down the driveway
when suddenly, I, and the van, are engulfed in a smoke ball that would
make anyone that saw it instantly dial 911, luckily I was the only one
that saw it. I pull back into the garage and hop out only to see oil
dripping from the engine all over my garage floor. The smoke was so
thick in the garage I had to crank my leaf blower to evacuate it so I
could see and breath. I had somehow managed to blow out a rubber plug
on one of my valve covers and the whole time the van was running while I
was checking "Monty", it was pumping oil out of the engine and was
pooling on the engine.
When I backed down the driveway, the pool decided to take a hike and it
used the hot exhaust pipe as it's escape route. Must have been over a
quart of oil than ran down my hot exhaust pipe making a smoke cloud that
a smoke jumper would have loved. I find and replace the rubber plug,
refill the oil, cross my fingers and head for the "flang".
I know I have to stop for 10 bags of ice, and I am probably going to be
late (as usual) so I step my speed up a little as I zoom down I-20 to
compensate. The fog got a lot thicker as I headed east and because I
couldn't safely see ahead of me, I had to drop my speed down to 60 and
below a few times. I knew I was going to be late, and I had the signs
that Siotha had created for us (THANKS!!!) that I needed to put out as I
made my way to the park, I just hoped Wes wasn't sitting there with 50
pounds of chicken waiting on me and the ice, if so, Barkly and Family
would be eating good today! I decided to head on to the park to deliver
the ice and then come right back and staple the signs to the power poles
later. I hop off at the Eden exit and pull into the first store only to
discover their ice is inside, so I go to the next place so I can just
pull up by the ice machine and throw `em in and boogie on to the flang.
It's a little after 8am when I whip into the entrance of the park as 10
bags of ice slide around in the van. No one at the main gate... I head
on to to what I thought was our pavilion and had my hands on the
windshield wiper knob in case Wes started throwing tomatoes at me for
being late with the ice. I drove right by our pavilion because I was
looking for one with cars parked all around it. Second time around I
pull in and sure enough, it's ours, and it's got Wes's name on a
"Reserved" sign hanging from the front. Where is everybody?
So I sit and wait... When I heard the ice melt start dripping on the
ground, I knew it was time to unload whether anyone was there or not.
One of the maintenance
people pulled up and starts to clean the place for us, did a good job
too. I was a bit concerned when I got there at first because the trash
cans were full and several had been tumbled over and the bees were all
over them, but he cleaned all of that up and took care of the bees too.
It wasn't too long before the first batch of people arrived and then
Wade and Roner showed up and started to unload. After we got the
Ronermobile emptied, Wade and I headed out to put the signs up so
everyone else could find the place too. The signs that Siotha so
graciously created for us were perfect, and were the corrugated plastic
type so I was going to use my staple gun to just shoot them to wooden
stakes that Wes was bringing. Wait a minute... Wes isn't here yet.
OK, Wade and I will just shoot them onto the power poles. Good idea if
there had actually been a wooden power pole everywhere we needed a sign.
Most of what was available were metal poles, I had nothing that was
compatible with tying a sign onto a metal pole. I finally sacrificed my
earphone wire and was able to hang two with what used to be an earphone
for my scanners. As we pulled up to the spot by the Video store, I
noticed a lot of ant beds all around us, so I told Wade to watch out for
them. We lucked into some old twine that was still on that pole and we
set out to cut it free so we could use it on other signs. About that
time I hear Wade say "CRAP"! I looked down at where he had been
standing only to see a rather large ant bed with a single footprint
right smack dab in the middle of it. I then look over to Wade and
notice that his right leg is black with ants up to about his knee as he
starts doing the Mexican Swat Dance as he tries to knock them all off
his leg. And I think he got them all off without a single bite too! I
told him "Now you really got them mad and they'll be looking for us". I
should have heeded my own advice a little better because they were on me
too in just a few minutes as we fooled around trying to liberate the
left over twine, no bite's, no pain, at least for us. On to the next
sign...
After we got back to the pavilion, several more people had arrived
including my Wife and daughter who had driven by Wade and I as we were
out "signing" US 231. Now this is starting to take shape. Wes and Lisa
and
the aminal known as Barkly pull up, and man, they look tired. Wes later
tells me that he and Lisa were up to 2am the night before the flang
cooking, packing and what not, and they had gotten up about 6am but had
to make a few stops on the way in. With only 4 hours of sleep I'd look
tired too. Wait a minute, I only got 5 hours of sleep myself, I guess
it was just my natural rugged good looks that kept me daisy fresh. We
pretty much got everything unpacked and set up, more people still coming
in. Rona and Wade had brought a furry marshmallow and a fruit bat as
their aminal family. Well ok, it was actually two dogs, but in my mind,
a dog should weigh more than a pound to qualify for the title of dog.
They were both cute as they could be, and spent a lot of the day curled
up in a laundry basket, content as they could be. Bark Bark and his Mom
and Dad kept eyeing the little dogs like they were hairy chew toys, but
all of the four legged guests behaved quite well I thought. And
speaking of four legger's, Guess who else showed up while I wasn't
looking, that's right, ChanMan had flown the coop and he, Felicia and
their 4 legger that can best be described as a long haired hotdog had
arrived too. He looked fine and was just as feisty as ever.
I caught a whiff of a grill warming up and I knew it was time to light
the fires and kick the tires, so I ambled off to my grilling station.
Wes already had his grill assembled and set up and starting to smoke
too. Lisa's Mom and Dad, Cindy and Bob, had arrived and was helping out
with the set up. Wes had precooked the 50 pounds of chicken we got in
his oven at home the night before so we wouldn't have to worry about
spoilage and we cooked the hamburgers from frozen patties, again to make
sure that everything was plenty safe to eat. He had marinated the
chicken before cooking and man oh man was it delicious. Three different
types of chicken to choose from, a BBQ, what tasted to me like Italian
Salad dressing, and another that was similar but had chopped green
peppers in it. All three would make your mouth water they were so
good. The burgers were great too with about half being cooked on Wes's
grill with real flame and smoke and the other half being cooked on the
Grill-to-Go which is more like an indoor grill on your stovetop. Great
for eggs and pancakes and such but it did a pretty good job on the
burgers too. We had some skinless beef hotdogs too that were just as
delicious as the hamburgers and chicken.
Bob and Wes swapped out cooking chores on Wes's grill and Tony and I
cooked right beside them on the Grill-to-Go. We kept calling Wes and
Bob the Burger King Flame Broiled grill and Tony and I was the Micky D's
side of the house with out flat grill. All of the food I ate was
fantastic no matter which grill it came off of. Bob and Wes kept
throwing these 4 foot high flames to the heavens and we cooked so much
meat on the Grill-to-Go that it even caught on fire! The burgers
weren't very greasy/fatty and we only had maybe a cup of grease after
cooking what seemed to be an endless number of them on the Grill-to-Go.
All of the chicken was cooked on the Grill-to-Go, all FIFTY POUNDS and
still only about a cup of grease. We had chicken salad (which I didn't
get any of because I was too stuffed already), potato salad, refried
beans and cheese, potato chips (31 flavors!), popcorn, cakes, cookies,
any kind of drink you could ever want. I intended to go back for plate
number 2 to get the stuff I didn't have room for on plate number 1 but
that never happened because I was a stuffed and happy little piggy. And
the deserts were absolutely scrumptious! THANKS to all that brought
the deserts!
I got to meet so many of you for the first time and it just thrilled me
to no end. Some of you I hadn't seen in a long time and my oh my has
WLS made a change. Peggins, if it hadn't been for your walking stick
and Raine's beautiful red hair, I would have never recognized ya!
Absolutely gorgeous!! Both of you!!! And thanks for the Mary Kay cream,
we used it a lot during the cooking show for the burns. And hey, we
only dropped 3 burgers, and a piece or two of chicken. The Dogs loved
us after that. Now I'm not going to give y'all a blow by blow account
of how everyone looked, just trust me when I say we got a bunch in this
group now that might want to consider entering a few more beauty
contests. We tossed the doggy Frisbee a while, heaved the horse shoes a
little, the kids made trips back and forth to the elaborate Kiddy Land
playground that was next to our pavilion all day long, some brought
their bikes and rode around, and we even took turns walking the dogs
too. We had the Auburn game on loud and clear on my big yeller DeWalt
radio and man did they kick LSU's batookie. WAR EAGLE! We had fog in
the morning and a little drizzle later in the afternoon, but other than
that, the weather was pretty great. We even had an actual mini-meeting
after we all had eaten, and Wes was snapping away with the digital
camera while I tried my best to capture the moment on video. And we
even got to witness a little domestic violence and the subsequent
arrest. NO, it was NOT one of "us's" or anyone with our group. About
the only thing we didn't do was to hold hands and sing.
We called it quits just before 6pm, so that was a good 10 hours that we
were having a ball and loving what life had to offer, together! After
we were all packed and about ready to pull out, I still had to remove
all of the signs so I scooted on out to pull staples. It had rained
about the last hour we were all there, so I was concerned about getting
The Mighty Mighty GeoVan stuck in some of the places Wade and I had
previously parked to install the signs. Luckily I had no problems and
have no tall tales to tell about that experience. I made it home just
in time for the kickoff of the Alabama-Tennesee game and I'm glad I
didn't miss a second of that one. The front page of the Sunday paper
had a title that read "ROCKY STOPPED" (instead of Rocky Top) and boy did
we squeeze that orange. 34-17 I think was the final score. I'll be
rich tomorrow when I collect on all of those suckers that put their
money on TN! I hadn't seen a beating like that since that squirrel ran
up my shorts at Tannehill last year. It was truly a wonderful end to a
fantastic day!
I want to thank each and every one of you that made the drive to Pell
City for the First Annual F.A.C.E.S. of WLS Fall Fling. And I want to
thank all of you that worked so hard to help put it together for all of
US. You know who you are, so pat yourselves on the back! And a special
thanks from me to Lisa and Wes "Catfish" Robbins for all you did. It
wouldn't have happened without you. The time, money and smiles you
pumped into our outing is immeasurable and appreciated more than you'll
ever know. I would like to think that if not for our Fall Fling, that
some of you would have stayed in the house for yet another weekend. I
hope this brought as much light and love into your hearts as your
presence there did for me!
Tim.
PS: I met someone new at the fling... Let's just call her "Barbie". A
smile that would melt your heart and a figure like a stick, well, come
to think about it, it WAS a stick! She followed me home too, so maybe I
can introduce all of you to her at the next meeting. I hope Joy will
understand!