Tuesday, August 23, 2011
I went on vacation with my wife. We were up on Lake Superior with the baby boy and two of my in-laws. As a side note, saying that someone is an in-law sounds so cold. I don't mean it that way; I'm just being descriptive. At any rate, they went home, taking the boy, and my wife and I continued to a little town up by the Boundary Waters. We walked and shopped and ate and hiked and slept in. And we read books. And I bought a swanky book and wrote poetry. And we also went to a concert. That's what yesterday's poem is about. This fellow was pretty good, but there were only 8 of us there in the audience. Later, a few more people came, but I felt bad for him. We decided to come home a day early because we missed our baby. On the way back we stopped for a doughnut and accidentally bought a walnut credenza. True story. It was a steal. Alrighty then, that's enough prose for this year.