December 3 - Simpler Times

We did wake up today.
We weren't sure if we would.
This place was pretty remote.
And we weren't alone.

A nice lady greeted us in the lobby of the lodge.
She gave us a tour of reception hall.
It did have a view of the lake.
A few drifter types were fishing on its muddy shore.
We weren't feeling it though.
I think we would have to rent a PA if we wanted music.
And it's far away from everything.
Except nomadic fishermen.
Militia types.

We had to be back in the city by 3pm.
Veruca from NYC wanted me to pick up camera equipment and craft services for next week's shoot.
So we raced down the peninsula, and coastal Wisconsin.
I thought about starting a magazine called Coastal Wisconsin.
It would be a nice way to go bankrupt I felt.

It seemed like Chicago got dark by 3.
We got the camera gear and the craftie junk.
Veruca likes her yogurt-covered pretzels and kettle corn.
I like them, too, as long as she's buying.

I bought a $3 six-pack of Simpler Times beer.
Remember simpler times?

Yeah, man.

When a wedding cost $3!
That's the way it should be.
Simpler times.
Like those guys do it up in remote Wisconsin.
No more cellphones.
No more iPods.
No more Facebook.
No more government space cameras stealing your identity with AIDS and solar powered windmills.
Just me and my horses.

And my outhouse.

And my guns.
And my America.
And my racism.
And my SUV.
And my drive-thru Wendy's.
And my plasma-screen TV.
And my anti-socialist chat room.
Oh hey.
Please "like" my militia on Facebook.
We're called The White Devil Risers.
Thanks!

Verdict: Win