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Eschewing a trip to sunny bum-killing Volusia County turned out to not be a bad idea after all. I ended up going to Baumann Manor for Saturday and Sunday. Saturday was Reid’s (my youngest brother) birthday and there were folks aplenty on hand. Since it was his 13th birthday, there had been offhand comments all day about some kind of coming-of-age ceremony not unlike a bar mitzvah. Perhaps that is a bad example, as my other brother Andrew gave him two pounds of bacon as a birthday gift. We had great food the whole time, as is customary when at the Manor.
We also went and explored the old broken down houses that Andrew and I nearly got lost at in March. We found the houses’ “yards” comprised of a nice carpet of poison ivy. I think I have immunity due to my constant contact with the ivy when I lived in PA.
Also, as it turns out, Chris was able to come home to God’s Country last night but the Billymander, scheduled for a later flight, was retained due to bad weather. Aside from that, I bet they had a good time — at least I hope they did — and I would like to go to the next Beaudoin Pig Dismantling, assuming there will be an Episode III of that franchise.
By the way, there’s always room for a little Oregon Trail humor.
