Smells for Sunday

Sippin coffee with the ratdog, ever be driving and you smell fresh bread on the wind, it’s one of those smells that linger long after you’ve driven by

There also smells you cannot drive by fast enough, ever drive by a slaughterhouse like the Green bay meat packing plant, the air hangs heavy with the smell of death as you drive across the bridge of the Green Bay River..

I live nowhere near a fish market or dock, yesterday either I could smell the fish fornicating, or the air was so clean I could smell the lake itself, lasted for about 25 minutes is all.

Mino-dibinaatijig iyaawar

Heah dad, want to go fishing

Was a time there was no fancy GPS, there was only the compass and the lake, if ma wanted a message the boat, she’d call the Coast Guard, they in turn would relay the massage to the boat, in turn relay back, stuff you don’t forget

ma at the stove cooking liver and onions with a bunch kids at the table, lake wasn’t lookin to nice, all kinds of worried, finally she called the Coast guard askin if the boat had made it to safe harbor. They told that boat has been in for an hour. She thanked and hung up, turned to us boys, stay here!

Dad always left the truck incase she needed it, rode along with one of my uncles, she grabbed that hot frying pan and out the door she went. Spotted my uncle’s truck at the bar. Went in and gave dad an ear full, You had worried sick thinking something happened, with a table full of boys wondering where their father is, you want supper, here’s your G’damn supper, threw at his feet, walked out. Dad never went to bar after work, he did that time, and it was last time. Now you know why there was a bar in basement. My uncle on the left there, was all his fault.

I had her tell that on video, too long to post, she was still hoppin mad about it, I could only smile and laugh on the inside

I miss his wisdom