Wednesday, September 14, 2016

"When's Breakfast?"

Normally, when you drive past the train tracks and see a man struggle with an overflowing, ripped grocery bag of food, you just keep on driving.  Any other time, I would.  But this time it was Potsy, and he was in Dealville. 

The arrival came with two (2) gallon tubs of Brandy Slush.  What other kind of signifier would anyone else need on what the future would entail?  It was meant as a pleasant surprise, and it was...and my freezer was already packed with items I myself also did not purchase.  So, it went in the fridge, while a half-dozen boxes of Kraft Mac n Cheese (because it might not be sold in Los Angeles) lined the counter.  It took me some time to begin to adjust my surroundings, so off he went to bar hop and visit an all-night haunt, Doughnut Hut.

Having downed a drink and a doughnut (or donut), we were then off for a Campfire Feast.  When you dine with Potsy, you pay extra for the Wagon Wheel Sampler.  His steak arrives "smothered."  The side dishes contain vegetables in definition only, and the meal is capped with something called "Big Mountain Fudge Cake."  Despite the revelry and good taste, my body tried to sort out just what I was trying to accomplish.  Potsy?  He wandered up to the Holiday Inn and said to the front desk the quote above.

The whole visit, though, was for a marathon day of college football.  It did not disappoint.  We screamed in joy for Central Michigan's victory, we ate taco chips.  We grilled tri tip, we didn't burn down the neighbor's home.  We drank sangria, and we watched over (and over) a punt return from the Texas Southern / Houston Baptist game.  Dining outside, we all enjoyed the day's good fortune.

And, just like that, he was back toward the tracks.  Off to make more slush, off to find more classic car shows with taco trucks.  Myself?  Well, by Sunday I had a lot of walking-off to do.  My body was put through an extra endurance run, this time without the Las Vegas adrenaline to keep me going.  The settings may be different, the elements may vary, but the outcome is always gold.  This is what we do in the fall.